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

The e-hailing taxi drove on the road at a moderate speed.

The driver was very talkative. He told Ling Pingan about the urban legends that he had heard recently.

"Young master, you might not have heard of this. There was a huge fire on Jianshe Road the night before yesterday!" Ling Pingan was not sure whether it was a professional habit. Every driver he met were very friendly. As soon as the conversation started, it was often difficult to stop them. And this time was no exception. "I heard that a newly opened midnight snack shop caught on fire..."

"Even now, the relevant departments are still setting up a cordon over there. No one is allowed to enter!"

"There's something wrong with that midnight snack shop. The owner provoked something bad, that's why something like that happened…"

As Ling Pingan listened, he maintained a polite smile.

He naturally didn't believe these urban legends.

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