"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.
'I can't back down, or he'll have time to launch another attack,' Julius thought, pressing forward as his hazel eyes scanned the lights' trajectory. Inspired by the ghost's head-stand strike, he contorted his limbs and torso at weird angles, dodging the lights by a few millimeters while progressing forward.
Strands of hair fell to the ground as a few superficial cuts ran through his body. Yet, he smiled as the last light flashed by. Then, he imbued fire Qi in his calves, causing them to swell and crack the ground under the pressure before lunging towards the baffled doppelgänger.
"Shit! Why is this weird energy as potent as mana?" The ghost screamed, gathering his thoughts to face the incoming strike. 'He'll aim right after a feint,' he reflected, his eyes gleaming calculatingly, his lips stretching into a smirk. 'I think and predict like you. The moment you strike will sign your death!'