A Handsome Man wants 50 Kids

The sun rained gently on the tattered building of Orphanage 45-3. A black-haired youth walked unevenly, leaning away from the watering jug he rested on his thighs. The occasional waves jumped from the plastic container onto his shorts, the water rolling down his pale scabbed knee. Focused on slight burning on his knee, the boy failed to notice a hole in the ground. His foot fell neatly as the rest of the body tried to complete his interrupted step, falling into an innocent watermelon.

Wiping the guts of his victim off his face, the youth looked around. Where is he? Retracing his memories, the last thing he remembered was slamming the door on his parents when they told him he needed to get a better job. He sighed, that is how his parents always were. His parents loved him but their ambitions for him were much greater than he desired for himself. The boy leaned back on his hands, abnormally calm as stared at the cloudy blue sky.

An excited voice traveled across the backyard, "Everyone! Come inside we have great news for you all!"

His body instinctively moved, raising his foot, as if following the orders of that voice was what was required of him. The moment the boy's flattened the soft grass in front of him, he knew his name was Stark Nelson. Another step, he was 12 years old. Another, he was in orphanage 45-3. Every step seemed to clear the fog in his head, slowly uncovering a life he had momentarily forgotten. He smiled, so the reason his name was Stark Nelson was that when he had to report his name, he thought it would be funny to switch his first and last names. Logically he knew it was stupid but a childish laugh escaped his lips recalling the memory. The little workers scattered around the field gathered at the call of their leader.

"Everyone is getting adopted today!" a dark-skin girl cheerfully announced.

Her name was Adia, a student getting community service hours at the orphanage. Although he had learned better to not say it outloud, Stark held some contempt for these types of overachievers. For the sake of making a good impression, they are willing to rip out their hair on a moment's notice or donate a kidney. It could be said that his thoughts were rather selfish as he had done nothing but gain from her time spent here. She would help with cooking, chores and even taught us to read. In a way, this was the closest thing he had to a mother in this life. There was the old woman but she was more like a grandmother than a mother. However, there was a more pressing matter that he had to consider. Everyone was getting adopted? In one day? Warning sirens rang in his mind. Does someone want to start a school? Or child labor? Most likely child labor right? What kind of masochist wants to intentionally take on 50 kids all who are a few years of reaching their teenage years.

The quiet building livened up with the excited clamoring of the children. An old woman in a flowery nightgown was standing next to a neatly dressed blonde man who looked upon the children with a gentle smile on his face. Stark stared at the man. He was tall, probably around 6 feet, in a well-fitted black vest that wrapped tightly around his chest, and developed biceps, making it feel that with a flex he would turn the couple hundred dollars on his body to strips of fabric. The man's eyes locked onto Stark's and his smile widened into a grin.

"I will be sure to take good care of them. You know I have the financial ability." the man sincerely said to the old lady.

"I am not worried about the money." the feeble voice replied seemingly unmoved by his tone. "50 children. I cannot help but be suspicious even if it is you, Kwan."

"I know it is strange but I truly just want to give these kids a better life. I was lucky to be born talented but I know that everyone might not be as lucky."

She shook her head, a smile revealed itself on her tender old face. The rebellious child in her care had now turned into a capable and handsome young man if only a little vain. "Okay, I will leave them in your care." The old woman took out a megaphone from who knows where and an ear-piercing shriek stunned the children silently. In a volume that would put a drill sergeant to shame, the old woman announced, "You are all getting adopted by this man." The woman put her megaphone back into the mysterious place she took it out of and walked off, not giving anyone the slightest chance to rebut.

Kwan stood in front of the now ex-orphans, silently studying each one of them. They were all around the age to develop a crush. Most of the girls and a boy or two had already instinctively accepted their arrangements seeing such a handsome man. The remaining who were not instantly enraptured by the man's beauty were gazing at him with awe. Would they one day be able to be like this person? Stark too was staring at the man, a hint of envy in his eyes. Truly a top tier human. He could feel a pressure emanating from the man. It was unlike the one would inflict upon themself when seeing someone superior but it seemed to originate from the man itself.

Under the pressure, memories flashed into his mind. The white space, a goddess, the novel The Hunter's Item Store. A fictional term popped into his mind that explained the source of the pressure, mana. To half of him it was absurd and to the other half it made perfect sense, as if it was no different than saying gravity keeps your feet on the ground. The contradictory logic caused his head to pound as he followed the others into a black van.

Inside an ornate box of chocolates that were present on each one of their seats. Stark set aside the temptation. If he is in the world of the novel, he will need to get his hands-on a hunter band as soon as possible to see his status screen. The moment the word status went through his mind a translucent yellow projection appeared in his vision.

Stark Nelson 12, Class: None

Species: Human

Strength: 3 Vitality: 3

Mind: 21 Sense: 1

Agility: 2

Mana: 420 (20 x Int)

Skills:

Divine Digestion (Passive): Can consume anything without adverse effects

Spirit Bond (Passive): Strengthens spiritual connections

Stark vaguely recalled the memories of his time with the goddess. He needed to be sent 30 years back in time in order to not meet someone.