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

Ling Pingan spent the whole day typing.

Facing the crisis of debt, the young web novelist worked diligently with unprecedented dedication.

It was not until ten o'clock in the evening that he stretched his body.

He looked at the document in which he had written more than 13,000 words that day!

The latest record since he started his career!

"If the editor knew about this, he would give me a Certificate of Merit..." he looked at the number of words on the document and said happily, "However, I'm a very humble person and don't want to be in the limelight!"

"Unlike those authors in the group... They would come out and show off just because they had something to say..."

He crossed his arms and looked at the words on the screen.

Windrunner