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.
Shrieks in the Night
As Arun introduced Asha, Julius raised an eyebrow, a silent question dancing in his eyes.
However, Arun ignored him at the sight of his fiancé's smile that didn't reach her eyes. Unwilling to anger her further, he quickly introduced him with a forced cough.
"Ahem. This is my travel companion, Julius. He came all the way from the Belloria kingdom to learn alchemy at the academy!"
"Oh, I see. Nice to... meet you."
Asha's words struck Julius. He felt the contempt and suspicion laced in them as she scrutinised his body like a hawk.
"Honestly, considering your physique and... attire, I thought you were one of Arun's slaves or perhaps a squire."
"..."
His mouth hung open, and his answer died in his throat because... that's what he looked like. He was learning what it meant to be judged by his clothing for the first time, and he didn't enjoy the lesson at all.