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

After throwing the takeaway wrappings into the trash bin.

Ling Pingan yawned, took his phone, and prepared to go to bed.

The kitten, Bastet, blocked his way.

"Are you hungry too?" Ling Pingan remembered that this little one had been starving with him that day.

"I'll give you something to eat for supper then!"

He took the bag of kitten food and put some on Bastet's plate.

However, the little one was not happy. It looked at the cat's food and laid on the ground, feeling wronged.

"Be good..." Ling Pingan patted the little one's head. "I'll give you more food tomorrow!"

Only then the little one started to eat the kitten food in the bowl.

Ling Pingan watched it finish eating before he walked to the door and pulled the shutter down!

Then, he turned off the lights and went upstairs.

My Oven Knows How to Call Out For Help