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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.720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9wwHXV6Vn7
But I'm alive, barely, and with a dream:720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8vQYX4r2g0
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!720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm80L582Dju
> "Celestial Orphanage System Activated!"720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡieqDwYrYFi
> Mission: Turn every orphan into a hero, a legend, or someone their enemies will weep for in therapy.720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAmwjJpEH55
> 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.720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIPHACR2rZU
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?720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4VBgUP4Olv
They call me "Boss Lin"720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdYWO7EWGsk
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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.
