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 dream, Ling Pingan reached out to grab his stove.

But he still could pull it towards him.

As he pulled, the dream world blossomed with countless beautiful rays of light.

At this moment, Ling Pingan saw a figure appear from the side. A jade-white hand was also reaching towards his stove.

"Hey, Hey, Hey!" Ling Pingan muttered, "This is too much!"

"Even in my dream, you can't steal my stove and not let me take it back!" He thought to himself.

Therefore, he stretched his empty hand and knocked on the hand that was reaching for the stove.

Although he didn't know why he could reach out and knock away the hand that was reaching for the stove while his other hand was pulling on the stove.

In short, he only knocked it away lightly.

And that figure was sent flying far away by his strike.

The God of Gods Lost an Arm in the Battle