I Refused To Be Reincarnated
"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 remark 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. However, 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. ********************************************** [WebNovel Spirity Awards 2024 Entry] Discord server: https://discord.gg/3zrgeP8yFv Note: Hello, this is my first novel, and I'm doing my best to write it in English. I hope you'll have fun reading it. I'm slowly revising older chapters without changing the plot. If you suddenly experience a drop in quality, don't worry. It means you caught up with my revisions.
Julius' Last Stand Against Smith
Surprised by Smith's chilling aura, he felt the man's silhouette grow before his eyes until it towered like a giant entity accustomed to battle, blood, and death.
His pupils enlarged, and his legs shook like two soft twigs battered by a furious gale as fear gripped his heart momentarily. But he couldn't succumb. He had to defeat the knight. To protect his mother, save his brother, and escape the terrifying yet elusive maws of whoever commanded Smith.
He took a deep breath, focusing on his duty to overcome his fears, then dashed before a thick tree. Its naked branches cast dancing shadows as he gulped audibly, feeling the icy wind of the winter's night lick his skin.
Smith chased after him, not wasting time on useless words. He was now a well-oiled, deadly tool trained in the barony to carry out dangerous missions. Only battle concerned him as his sharp movement cut through the wind.