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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 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. ********************************************** [WebNovel Spirity Awards 2024 Entry] Discord server: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp Note: Hello, this is my first novel. I hope you'll have fun reading it! The last privilege tier comes with a 90% discount so make sure to take it to save on thousands of coins for the month. :D ********************************************** 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.

Adamus_Auguste · Fantasy
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The Second Trial: A Hesitant Annihilator

Meanwhile, Adam woke up in the underground chamber. Feeling refreshed, he gazed at the enchanting crystalline formations reflecting the sun's light filtering through the ceiling.

However, his annoying sensation of unease remained, a grating echo urging him to hasten the trial's completion. Each second crawling by caused this ominous feeling to worsen, like a ticking time bomb threatening to blast his mind to smithereens.

Unwilling to rush in the gaping maws of uncertainty, he checked his timer first. He still had thirty-four hours to kill three magical beasts. Then, he scanned his condition, noticing the healthy hue of fresh skin forming under the charred one.