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

Everyone looked at the figure sleeping soundly in the fog.

The figure wrapped in the fog seemed to snore softly in it.

As it breathed, the fog contracted and expanded.

It looked strange and terrifying, but somehow it had a holy feeling.

They looked up in surprise and saw an evil blood moon hanging in the sky.

In the blood moon, countless tentacles spread down.

These tentacles entangled with each other and turned into a staircase.

Wearing a tight-fitting ancient dress, she was shrouded in evil and madness as she walked down the stairs.

She held a fan in her hand, which covered her face.

No one could see the person behind the fan.

She slowly walked down the stairs under everyone's gaze.

She walked to the front of the fog.

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