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

In the meantime, Adam glared at Prometheus and the spectral window hovering before him, fists clenched and teeth gritted.

[Congratulations on surviving thirteen years away from Earth!]

[Memory recovery protocol available.]

[Do you wish to remember your life on Earth? Yes/No]

"I'm before you. You don't have to use the system to ask," he sneered, pressing no without thinking. He had already said it; he was not Prometheus but himself, a different and unique individual. "You can continue calling yourself Prometheus because I'm the real Adam now!"

Despite his brave front, he knew Prometheus could obliterate him in a breath if things went south. Yet, he refused to be assimilated.

"I know. I gave you my name already," Prometheus answered, raising his hand feebly towards him.

Following the movement, the screen's text shifted, and more notifications appeared.