Adamus_Auguste

"In order to survive the future great war, we must take drastic measures. We need to summon warriors and train them before time runs out." 

Thus, millions of earthlings were reincarnated in an alien, medieval world governed by swords and magic to save its prophesied doom.

Among those individuals, one's situation inexplicably deviated from the others. 
Thrust into a rotting house in a ghostly body, Adam found himself bound to a wailing baby. With a heavily damaged soul and the snarky remarks of a system, he began his years-long quest to recover his body. 

Armed with his mind, he'll educate the baby and slowly watch him turn into a good youth. However, he would have to make a choice: suffer as a ghost until he finds an alternative that might not exist, or possess his body and reincarnate.

He was far from imagining how dangerous this world full of possibilities could be, prompting him to question everything he knew... Including himself and this world's intentionally blurred history. 

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Discord server: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp
Note: The MC is not a supporting character. He makes his own choice and decides where to go despite his condition. It's his story, not the baby's. Give it a chance because it's a great one I'm sure you'll enjoy it.
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What you can expect: 
-A living world with its own lore.
-Each character has their own motivations and desires.
-Moral grey story.
-An MC who grows and learns little by little.
-A long but epic quest.

I Refused To Be Reincarnated

Adam opened his eyes in an unfamiliar and eery space four years ago.

Covered in scarlet liquid, the ground stretched as far as his eyes could see. With each step, the metallic scent of blood assaulted his senses as though the very earth bled. Erected here and there in mounds, piles of rotting bones created an ivory yet soul-chilling landscape.

Shadows flickered, playing tricks on the mind and conjuring phantoms in the corners of his vision.

In the distance, like death's champion sitting on an alabaster throne composed of thousands of bones, a young man with long black hair eyed him. Exuding a malevolent aura familiar to him, he sighed.

The Endless Duel