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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIH40A7nXIX
But I'm alive, barely, and with a dream:629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxnvque5pkd
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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHn5VhTMfT
> "Celestial Orphanage System Activated!"629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfYci4ZysMb
> Mission: Turn every orphan into a hero, a legend, or someone their enemies will weep for in therapy.629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ30hZCJKnTQ
> 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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR3hdFKn5dw
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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLgA0OvnSSI
They call me "Boss Lin"629Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmliOooUnUY
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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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