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

For an entire day, Ling Pingan was immersed in the novels.

After reading dozens of chapters of the books on the trending board, Ling Pingan found seven or eight books that he liked to read.

Basically, they were all cool books!

The kind that smacked one's face in a cool way, the kind that was in high spirits between the lines!

He happily added a new book to the bookshelf.

Then, he leaned back comfortably in his chair. "These books are enough for me to read for a few days!"

"About the new books, let me finish reading them first!"

He picked up his phone. Playing games was his hobby, and writing novels was his interest.

He swiped the screen and entered the canyon, playing for God knows how many years!

A private plane quietly landed at the airport of Jiangcheng City.

Ling Pingan’s Promise