Blessing of the Poverty God: May You Live a Life of Destitution in the Future

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"Knock, knock, knock~"

The orphanage's somewhat dilapidated wooden door was knocked on. Its creaking sway made one worry that it might suddenly fall off.

"Coming..."

A clear female voice came from behind the door. Before long, a young girl with a few freckles on her cheeks opened the battered wooden door.

"Lord Deity, may I ask who you are...?"

The gods of this world were easy to recognize. Especially when they did not deliberately conceal their divine identities, they gave mortals a faint sense of majesty at close range—the effect of divine presence. No matter how approachable a god was, or how absurdly comical they dressed, they all possessed it. Thus, when she saw a Busty Loli standing at the door, looking up at her with a trace of majesty about her, the usually inconspicuous orphanage girl nervously asked her question.

"I am Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth. I have come today to bestow a little divine kindness upon the children here."

Hestia stated her purpose directly. At that moment, the girl who had grown up in the Orphanage also noticed the cartload of ingredients behind her, pulled by an Amazon Girl dressed in revealing clothes.

"Ah, I'll go inform the nuns right away."

The orphanage girl hurried back inside. Not long after, several Women in patched nun's robes came out.

The oldest one in the middle brightened slightly when she saw the loaded cart outside, then instructed the Freckled Girl beside her.

"Roshan, go call those kids over. Have them pull out the wooden threshold at the entrance, and get the other children to line up. We must properly welcome Hestia!"

Roshan quickly ran back inside. While the middle-aged woman who called herself the orphanage director politely conversed with Hestia, several boys who looked like they were in