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

When he got home, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was extremely hot.

Fortunately, he had spent the entire journey in an air-conditioned car. Once he got off the car, he immediately entered the house.

The bookstore was warm in winter and cool in summer all year round. Regardless of the weather outside, the temperature in the bookstore was always at a comfortable 20 degrees Celsius.

Therefore, Ling Pingan didn't even break a sweat.

He felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the Teacup and made himself a cup of tea.

Ling Pingan smiled and gave half of it to his pet.

The man and the cat sat at the counter on this hot summer day and drank the fragrant tea. They felt that the world was incomparably peaceful.

After finishing the tea, Ling Pingan felt a little hungry.

Was Just A Shell