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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.201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW3nvR6eEQP
But I'm alive, barely, and with a dream:201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwNWzMhhw38
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!201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDjiA8nExOh
> "Celestial Orphanage System Activated!"201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKwjwvY2w4B
> Mission: Turn every orphan into a hero, a legend, or someone their enemies will weep for in therapy.201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb4Dkbaqaqo
> 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.201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt4ZYAHzsG6
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?201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOVsUDvcvQW
They call me "Boss Lin"201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4XAbvK6FDP
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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.
