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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. ********************************************** Discord server: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp Note: The MC is not a supporting character. He makes his own choice and decides where to go despite his condition. It's his story, not the baby's. Give it a chance because it's a great one I'm sure you'll enjoy it. ********************************************** 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 Third Trial: Spear of Doom

Ignatius' eyes trembled as an icy shiver ran down his spine upon realising how monstrous the spear was. Despite not being a weapon expert, he understood the basics. Plasma cannon used kinetic energy and heat to deal devastating damage. With them, armor and steel were like butter under a hot knife. 

Yet, despite their high destructive power and penetration, he didn't fear them. So why were his instincts yelling to dodge the spear, no matter the cost?

Panic contorted his grotesque features as realisation struck him. "It is stronger than plasma cannons!" He exclaimed in panic, scrambling as far as possible from its conjuror. His three hearts raced, and every fiber of his body tensed as he subconsciously raised his tentacles and wings in a desperate attempt to protect himself.