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

There were not only hundreds of 'voodoo-modified Nurgle spirits' alongside the monster, carrying it forward.

On both sides of its enormous and fat body, bottles and jars of liquid were hung.

These bottles and jars were filled with all kinds of green, black, and dark red potions.

"Green Skin!" It looked at Ling Pingan's character and observed it for a while before it seemed to recognize it. "This is the territory of the father's beloved son, the great father of plague, Lord Cucass!"

"Otherwise, I would not hesitate to beat you back into your spore form!"

Ling Pingan listened, and both of his brains were filled with questions.

"Green Skin?" He scratched his head. "Spore form?"

He didn't quite understand what the other side was saying.

The System of Honor