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.910Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv2x4m2RIcl
But I'm alive, barely, and with a dream:910Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPUfmMFNnPk
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!910Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFWuQunZ0Pr
> "Celestial Orphanage System Activated!"910Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEMVwI3ofI7
> Mission: Turn every orphan into a hero, a legend, or someone their enemies will weep for in therapy.910Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRY2Iuq9CUI
> 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.910Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLRmWhZWat7
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?910Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zQC8OS9EV
They call me "Boss Lin"910Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2cJYMofoD
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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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