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

Situ He's eyelids were twitching non-stop.

He lowered his head and looked at the grass on the ground.

Situ He carefully considered the words of the owner of the bookstore in his heart.

It was not something that could be easily understood, let alone interpreted literally.

The omniscient and omnipotent him must have already understood everything.

So, what was the purpose of him saying that?

He knew that he was coming, and he also knew that he must know the purpose of his trip.

His words had to be understood and interpreted differently.

It also needed to be connected to his next words to be considered carefully.

"Now..." Situ He was suddenly enlightened and seemed to understand something.

Enigmatical