"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.
An epic war song filled his ears, and his luminous eyes burned, inspiring his defiant will further. His alter ego's identity didn't matter anymore. Nor did the identity of his enigmatic boss. He would die...
But even if he did, he would go out with style!
Acting on his resolve, his spectral arms came to life, coiling around his cracked copy like two vicious snakes. Mana surged from his circuits, binding their limbs together.
With a smirk, he prepared to blow his soul up in a gigantic firework of energy.
However, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind when he caught the copy's disdainful gaze.
Then an arrogant voice echoed in his ears.
"Idiot... Even if I hate you, your life doesn't belong to me. It doesn't belong to you either! You are just the other half. So, stop disturbing me with your childish antics!"
Accompanying the copy's voice, a controlled blast pushed him a step back, making him lose his grip and ripping the bindings apart.