Otherworld: My Gacha Pool Can Give Me a Bomber

I, Song Chang'an, was 35 years old. After spending half my life as an orphanage director, I suddenly died at my desk.

After the gods reviewed my life, they said they would give me a good one.

And so I received three divine gifts and was reincarnated in another world.

But no one told me that this good life would begin in the most barren region of the Ashen Frontier.

There are no flowers or applause here, only war orphans, escaped slaves, wandering beastfolk, and exiled races.

I looked at all those homeless people and stayed silent for a long time, then let out a sigh.

All right, I'll build another orphanage.

For my first card draw, I got the Empress of Magic, sealed five hundred years ago by a coalition of seven kingdoms.

I didn't know then that this black-and-gold card was only the beginning.

Later, schools, hospitals, bathhouses, and basketball courts appeared in the magic grimoire.

The old world called them escaped slaves, foreign races, commoners, and illegal settlements.

When the armies of the nobles joined forces with the major factions and surrounded my orphanage, this world heard the roar of a bomber for the first time, beyond the bounds of a magic array.