I arrived in another world.
No system, no sword, no royal lineage. Just a little boy, abandoned in the mud in front of a ruined temple.
Seventeen years later, I'm still not a hero.629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcE7KM851T5
But I'm alive, barely, and with a dream:629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX3FtO5ARl1
To build a home for children like me. A place where orphans aren't forgotten. Where they eat warm meals, learn magic or farming, and perhaps not die before puberty.
After years of saving coins, begging from carpenters, and dodging slave traders, I finally opened my orphanage.
And then...
> DING!629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYcKzTGcP38
> "Celestial Orphanage System Activated!"629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9QWZF3QgAS
> Mission: Turn every orphan into a hero, a legend, or someone their enemies will weep for in therapy.629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcZvbKojVFQ
> Rewards: Power, skills, fame, and, occasionally, a divine coupon.
Apparently, every time one of my children learns to read, kills a demon rabbit, or stops licking enchanted rocks, I get a reward.
And it doesn't stop.
Healing spells? I've got them!
Martial arts techniques? Now I accidentally punch trees.
A celestial presence that makes kings sweat? Uh... I'm working on it.
I just wanted to be a caregiver.629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpSIKeTAQQJ
But the world is starting to whisper my name. Some call me the Martial Saint. Others, a menacing Demon above the Seven Heavens.
The kids?629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVMLZAA0jwx
They call me "Boss Lin"629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Hgn4axiWQ
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Warning: This story is my first web novel project. The portrait is AI-generated and the text is AI-corrected for grammar. The main story is entirely written by me. English is not my native language. If you can give constructive criticism, I'm open to it.
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