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

Despite the terror's horrible external wounds, Adam knew the most critical damages were happening inside. Radiation was probably ravaging its cells and DNA, causing internal bleeding and organ failures.

Curiosity gnawed at him, a relentless itch he couldn't scratch. Thus, he crossed the vortex to continue his observation and understand how the original survived.

A few seconds later, he snorted at the once terrifying behemoth, reduced to a scorched mess. Dust billowed in the damp cave as its chest rose and fell with difficulty.

Inside its stomach, blood churned and crashed against the walls like a tidal wave. And in the middle of this raging red sea, the original swung his military knives, his lips curling into a devious smile.

"HAHAHA. Look at you! I'll soon pierce your stomach like a balloon!"

A Morsel of Victory