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

"They refused to intervene in a civil conflict, promising to monitor the situation and show up only if the royal family faced extermination without regard for their lineage. Thus, Sylvaria welcomed its darkest age. Fueled by revenge as burning as the sun, Selene vaporised every outpost, every royal mage and noble he suspected to be collaborators until he reached Silvamir's gates in a short week."

"Bring the royals before me!" The grand uncle roared, trying to wear Selene's skin and imitate his words, making Elysia's hair bristle, shivers running down her skin as the engaging narration fascinated her. Never had she thought her ancestor was so formidable. She wondered how the royals survived his siege.

Thankfully, the old elf didn't let curiosity gnaw at her for too long as he continued, his solemn voice reverberating in the secret passage, stifling the noise of their steps under its gravitas.

The Elven Sun