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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.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXhW24SPI4P
But I'm alive, barely, and with a dream:173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQOEa1cOc3u
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!173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBZJAR2FJUJ
> "Celestial Orphanage System Activated!"173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxScryQlRZN
> Mission: Turn every orphan into a hero, a legend, or someone their enemies will weep for in therapy.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQkty7SK6uQ
> 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.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUFx01CQ5CE
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?173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡur5f2Xe36D
They call me "Boss Lin"173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrDpeRXpB6A
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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.
