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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 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.

Adamus_Auguste · Fantasy
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The Third Trial: DeAd mEn'S wOrDs ArE IrReLeVaNt

Following his hateful roar, Adam dashed towards Ignatius, his empty eye sockets dripping blood as layers of frost encased his right fist.

He didn't know why, but he hated this word and would swiftly annihilate anyone who dared to pronounce it in front of him.

As he drew closer, Ignatius' smirk widened at the creature's foolish decision. His golden eyes glittered excitedly as he said, "With your control over that new energy, you should have stayed at range. What a fool!"

His violet hair danced in the wind as his figure blurred, leaving an afterimage behind. The noise of cracking slabs echoed under his forceful steps as he reached Adam in a flash. Then, he swung his fist in a wide arc, aiming at the head.

Surprisingly, Adam's glowing eyes followed his movements and placed his left hand on the fist's trajectory.

Boom