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

"Humph. Mere dark mages dare stand before me."

The elegant, echoing voice boomed, chilling the surroundings as the part of Adam's soul that had been dragged out of the puppet swirled and shifted.

A blue light glinted as an eye sparkling with mockery and malice condensed. Ethereal dark hair tied in a neat ponytail followed before a time-worn traveller coat fluttered on a 1.9-meter frame.

Cormac's legs trembled as the mysterious man's lips curled into a soul-chilling smile, forcing a realisation to collapse into his mind.

"He's a dark mage, too! But no matter who he is or why he hid with the ghost, he can't use mana! Continue to drag him out!"

However, he recovered the next second, eyes narrowing into slits. Their mission took priority over everything else, and the man had no relevance.

"I can't? Who told you I needed to?"

Gaston's smile enlarged to reach his eyes as his favorite game would soon begin.

Shadows of the Past