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

In the pitch-black castle, Alucard sat quietly on his throne.

Beside him, a little girl in holy clothing trembled as she stood beside him.

"Don't be afraid!" Alucard looked at the little girl. "Descendant of Van Helsing, with me here, no one can hurt you!"

However, the little girl's body was still trembling in fear.

That was because, in the center of the pitch-black castle, countless ghostly blue flames were burning fiercely.

Corrosive liquids were gushing out from the surface of the ground.

Countless ferocious arms stretched out from the ghostly flames and the ground, densely packed together.

Thick vines hung from the ceiling and intertwined with each other.

Terrifying Hell ravings echoed in the castle.

Monsters with wings and heads of babies flew between the vines and ghost hands.

They chased, fought, and killed each other.

Then, they fell one after another into the ghost fire.

Ling Pingan’s Crayfish Feast (1)