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

"Didn't I say?" A figure sitting in front of the mountain valley stood up. "Don't come here again!"

He stood up, and filthy, stinky pus seeped out of his torn armor.

He had gambled all his soul and conscience here to suppress the evil in the valley.

As time passed, the evil spirits in the valley continued to erode his mind and soul.

Now, he was on the verge of collapse.

Every bit of strength was precious!

Just like how he had chased away the little girl from the Chu family, it had caused his remaining rationality to the verge of falling.

However, in split second, he smelled a familiar scent.

"Is that General Ma Jinzhong?" In his opinion, that person was the only one who could possess such a dense amount of the strength of the Wind Master.

The Monster Fell Before I Could Do Anything