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.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgh96t8UtSC
But I'm alive, barely, and with a dream:403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAaVAz6tsQi
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!403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwbBacXUf3x
> "Celestial Orphanage System Activated!"403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbPCwME5HYM
> Mission: Turn every orphan into a hero, a legend, or someone their enemies will weep for in therapy.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Vr54nHxAq
> 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.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7hGJ7OSCRs
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?403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhhvLOnXjxe
They call me "Boss Lin"403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpgyU3fagvm
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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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