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.But I'm alive, barely, and with a dream: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!> "Celestial Orphanage System Activated!"> Mission: Turn every orphan into a hero, a legend, or someone their enemies will weep for in therapy.> 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.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?They call me "Boss Lin"---

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.

Alissiya's true mother loves her. She loves her, but she can't afford to feed her. So Alissiya has to pretend to be the daughter of Lacitia's family. Lacitia is a spoiled girl whose biggest dream is wearing beautiful outfits to her school. Alissiya on the other hand wishes that she could go to school at all.

This orphanage is not a sanctuary, it's not a refuge, it's not a home. It's a horrific place where the children are kept trapped and longing. Devon and Willow are two of many children, who are being devoured in the orphanage's jaws. And yet despite all the horror, they dare to hope.

It all began when Freddie Bones the town's self- proclaimed " master of greeting's", decided that plain old "hello" was simply far too boring. He thought, " Why should my friendly interaction be predictable?"

[P.s This was written for a contest]

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In the heart of the esteemed Reaverrest Kingdom, Despite the impending threat of evil, Evelynn, the brave young girl from the magnificent kingdom of Reaverrest, will not succumb until this captivating enigma is resolved.

"Will you let the painful truth out from the sweet lie, or will you cover up the sweet lie from the hidden truth?"

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Cute, short story created by NFT Sizzle

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The Canadian government has been discriminating against First Nations children for many years. Currently, First Nations children, families, and communities don’t get the services they need, including for education. What’s even more horrifying is the fact that many children are being taken from their loving families and put into foster care, which is horrifically traumatic. This is my Have a Heart Day letter to the Canadian government asking them to stop discriminating against First Nations children and to start treating them justly. Please read it, and send one of your own. If you want to do more research, go to http://fncaringsociety.com.

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