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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Note: The MC is not a supporting character or hidden master. It's his story, motivated by his choices and battles, not the baby's. Please don't fall for prejudices like 'I know where this is going,' because spoiler: you definitely don't.
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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.
-Badass female chars later in the story.
-Cultivation and magic that makes sense.

I Refused To Be Reincarnated

After a sigh, he picked up Baldur's head, body, scythe, and the twenty-three ghost essence. Then, he entered the damp cave, dismantled the magic circles, and shoved a few beast cores, rare plants and minerals in his spacial ring. Finally, he checked the few books lined by the walls before their disgusting contents about curses and ghost creations made him scrunch his nose.

"This knowledge is best left forgotten."

With a snap of his finger, roaring flames emerged from the ground and engulfed the knowledge and Baldur's remaining possessions in their fury—revolting body parts suspended in purple fluids.

The stench of carbonisation accompanied his steps out as smoke billowed around him.

With the destruction complete, a soft smile crept over his face as he approached Misha's sleeping figure.

He dismissed his spell, cradled her against his chest, and kissed her forehead gently.

A Missed Prey