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

Tap! Tap! Tap! Ling Pingan walked up the stairs.

The lights on the third floor were turned on.

Ling Pingan pulled out a small oven from the corner.

The oven was bought from a street stall and only cost a few yuan.

In fact, it was welded with just an iron sheet.

But the quality was not bad. It had been used for many years and hadn't even rust.

It was just that it hadn't been used for a long time, and there was some dust on it.

Ling Pingan took out a brush and brushed all the dust out, then poured it into the garbage bags.

"I'll throw it away tomorrow morning..." Ling Pingan said, "Put it in the garbage together with the charcoal ashes from the barbecue last time..."

After cleaning the barbecue stove, Ling Pingan took the barbecue grill, and put it under the tap to clean it. He wiped it clean with a cloth, then lit up the charcoal to roast the mushrooms.

Emperor’s Syrup