"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.
As his words echoed solemnly, his eyes ignited like two bright suns. A halo of white steam formed around him as the air itself seemed to combust.
Before Soma could react, lightning crackled as his hand blurred to grip the werewolf's thick forearm.
"You're stronger during the full moon?"
He snickered with ridicule, feeling the moonlight imbue and nourish his blade's wood.
"I'm too. Good luck enduring the sun's weakening effect, though."
As his taunting lingered, he tightened his fiery fingers on Soma's muscles, the stench of burning fur permeating the arena.
Assaulted by the element he hated the most, the werewolf yelped, his grip breaking as he stumbled backwards. Eyes narrowing into feral slits, he raised his hand and spoke.
"We've nothing else to discuss. Let the duel... no, the execution begins."
Before Soma's guttural declaration lingered, his figure vanished.
WOOSH