"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.
Ten minutes later, Octavia joined him, her bright smile illuminating the dim winding path as she said, "Ready to confront the guardian and finally reach the first floor?"
Upon hearing her question, he checked his interface before nodding.
[Remaining time: Seventeen hours.]
She hadn't lied. This place was a gigantic maze filled with useless rooms. From the fifty-five hours that passed, forty-six were spent travelling. And that was after they skipped the empty ones.
Without her guiding him, he wouldn't have reached this far.
"Thank you for your help," he said, taken aback by his own words. When had he ever expressed genuine gratitude? Ever since he stepped foot... floated in this world, he couldn't remember thanking anyone sincerely, except for old Theo after his tragic demise.
Considering his limited interactions, how many true friends did he make in the past twelve years?