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.
Crash Course in Survival
The man's gaze lingered on him as he pushed his office's door open, then gestured to an elegant chair fixed in front of a sturdy yet finely crafted wooden desk.
He observed the man sit, catching the revolver hidden under his coat. Trepidation gripped his heart. At the slightest slip of the tongue, he could lose his opportunity... or worse, die. His legs shook subtly, ruffling the fabric of his jeans before he sat to hide his panic from the man's prying eyes. He took a moment to calm down, exhaling to fix his emotions.
He couldn't afford to show weakness now. The stakes were too high, and failure was not an option. A second later, he forced himself to wear a mask of confidence and blunt charisma. His pupils shifted from constricted to sharp, his lips curled into a smirk, and his back straightened.
"I have ten thousand dollars to invest. I want lethal cold weapons. Blades, swords, Katanas, spears. I need weapons with moderate range and precision."