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 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

Adam shook his head, sighing in defeat.

"I'll see what I can do, but don't expect good news before a year."

"No problem, little brother. I'll have more time to save sect points." The disciple bowed, cupping his fists. "Thank you, thank you for helping me with this dream of mine."

He straightened his posture, his gaze firming as he placed a paper slip in Adam's hands. "This is my address. Night or day, find me if you need anything or if someone is troubling you."

Adam watched him strike his knuckles, wondering who had asked him. Still, he checked the disciple's name on the paper and nodded.

"Alright, senior brother Jian. Keep up the good work with your cultivation."

Waving his hand, he returned to his counter, saving the frowning Misha from the eager disciples.

"I'm not doing the selling again," she whispered to his ears, her hair bristled, and her golden eyes avoiding the clients.

The First Employee