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

Ling Pingan stood at the entrance and watched the young lover of ancient culture and traditions disappeared into the thick fog.

Although he had sold a book this time, he had only received about 20 handicrafts that could only be in his collection.

Other than that, he had also given out a flashlight worth three yuan.

He somewhat missed the customers the night before.

Walking back to the shop, Ling Pingan looked at the handicraft coins placed on the counter.

He then silently put them into the drawer.

After that, he comforted himself, "maybe these coins will bring me good luck!"

As a materialist, although Ling Pingan didn't believe in any weird feudal superstitions.

After all, that was something that had been proven by experiments.

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