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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 remark 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. However, 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. ********************************************** [WebNovel Spirity Awards 2024 Entry] Discord server: https://discord.gg/3zrgeP8yFv Note: Hello, this is my first novel, and I'm doing my best to write it in English. I hope you'll have fun reading it. I'm slowly revising older chapters without changing the plot. If you suddenly experience a drop in quality, don't worry. It means you caught up with my revisions.

Adamus_Auguste · Fantasy
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Gifts of Gratitude

Upon hearing his father's tone, Arun's brow twitched in annoyance. As a tier four alchemist, he knew his father wouldn't use the word masterpiece to designate trash items. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to obtain the item for his friend, as it was planned.

"Give us the case. We don't want to stay here any longer." Arun said decisively.

"Oh? Did you forget you'll be assigned dorms tomorrow in the academy anyway?" Vikram's voice carried a tone of casual dismissal as he strode to the table, effortlessly replacing the blown-up chair with a fresh one. "What's the point of leaving now?"

As Vikram's words settled upon them, the four youths found his reasoning sound. It was true that they would leave tomorrow anyway, so why not stay one last night?

"Don't waste my time, Arun. You know why I had to do that," Vikram said with a hint of impatience, his smile widening as he reached for the wooden case. "Now come, let's discover my masterpiece.