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

On the Beacon Tower, the bronze giant, Meng Yi looked at the northern mountain range that had been cleared.

He suddenly sighed. "Even if the fungus treant, Karachi is dead..."

"We still can't recover the lost land..."

"Because the father of the plague didn't just let Karachi and its spores and fungus monsters occupy our former defensive line!"

"He also placed one of its most beloved sons, the Crazy Lord of Nurgle's spirit, Kutak, across the mountains from Karachi…"

"Letting these two monsters work as allies!"

"Do you see that ravine?" Meng Yi pointed at an undulating valley to the south of the north. "That's Kutak's territory."

"Thousands of Nurgle's spirit and Kutak are entrenched there…"

"If we want to recover the lost land, we have to face Kutak's Attack!"

"That is an evil enemy that is several times more terrifying than Karachi!"

Voodoo-modified Nurgle Spirits