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 Rhein's restaurant, the fourth floor of Xingfu Business Center.

The restaurant was filled with guests that night.

Hundreds of celebrities from Jiangcheng City who had been invited to the banquet were gathered in the hall.

The television station's camera was also placed in a corner of the hall.

There were also a large number of Britannian expatriates who lived in Jiangcheng who came to support the banquet.

In a private room, Mr. A, who was wearing the sphinx mask, asked the person who came to serve him, "Where's Aziz?"

"Sir..." the waiter wiped the sweat on his forehead and said carefully, "I'm sorry..."

"I'm afraid Mr. Aziz will never appear again..."

The women in black robes, who were sitting on the other side raised their heads all at once.

Under the mask, pairs of eyes were staring at the waiter.

They knew what Aziz of the Beast Sect was capable of.

The Night of Noise and Excitement (1)