Blind Leek

As the owner of an ordinary bookstore, Ling PingAn’s biggest wish was to muddle through life and do absolutely nothing. 
 
However, customers that were right in the middle of their pubescent crisis kept visiting his store in the dead of night.
 
For the sake of his business, Ling PingAn had to mimic their childish tones, sparing no effort to promote the books in his store.
 
When he finally managed to sell his books after going through a great verbal tug-o-war, each and every one of them said that they don’t have money, and that they wish to use various tools that were seemingly divine artifacts as pledge.
 
Looking at these customers, Ling PingAn could only agree to them resignedly.
 
But little did he know that every single book that these customers purchased from him had altered in appearance.
 
“Secrets of Cosplay” became “Lower Abyss Research Report”
 
“Stellaris: Settings for Synth Ascension” was in fact “Gospel for Synthetic Beings”
 
What’s more, in the eyes of these customers, he was actually a horrifying ruler of Diablos, an indefinable entity that held the reins of all realms.
 
In this regard, Ling PingAn said, “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.
 

I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

It was like brilliant starlight in the galaxy.

It was also the light of truth. Each beam seemed to contain infinite wisdom.

The silver-graded Divine Ox statue immediately began to tremble violently.

It was like a beast that had met its natural enemy.

It even took the initiative to cut off the red light that was emitting from its body.

This made Delice struck with shock.

Because this silver-grade Divine Ox was a divine object that her tribe had worshiped for generations.

It possessed powerful strengths and was the tribe's guardian.

There were once powerful enemies that invaded the tribe and were killed by the Divine Ox that had manifested its physical form.

Ever since then, the people of Delice's tribe had worshiped this divine object that they admire.

But now, it was the first time the guardian of the tribe had ever tried to flee away.

Not Taking My Master Seriously