An_Ineloquent_Pen

Most people don't choose reincarnation.
Reincarnation finds their way to them.
Perhaps they did something great in their life.
Or maybe truck-sama wasn't looking where it was going.

But without fail, those who reincarnate are destined for something great.
A new life where everything changes for the better.

But...
Reincarnation isn't always the greatest thing.
Sometimes you just draw the short end of the stick.

Di Tou just happens to have drawn the shortest stick.

Pulled out of his life randomly.
Taken by a crazy old eccentric man not as a disciple, but as a body double?! 
And a janitor body double no less?!

Grasping a system to find... It's a JANITOR SYSTEM!?

Truly, how unlucky can one get?

The Legendary Janitor

But after clustering together again and again, seemingly wanting to take shape, the golden light didn't end up becoming anything, and after dancing this way for a few minutes, simply fizzled out into nothing.

Stunned, Di Tou stared at the mountain peak for a long time, expecting something more to happen, only for… nothing.

Wondering if he did something wrong, Di Tou tried answering again and…

Each of the questions could only be attempted once! And this was the already the fourth and last day so there wasn't even a chance of the question reappearing on a later day, giving him a chance to offer a more refined answer that might be able to change something.

In the end, Di Tou simply stood there and felt the cold breeze brush against his face for a while, each gentle stroke feeling like the cold lash of a whip.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment…

Lingering Hope