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

With Aning in his arms, he walked in the silent fog.

The figure of the former ruler shuttled back and forth with difficulty.

So much so that he was constantly changing his own form.

He understood that this fog itself was a powerful and terrifying foreign god!

However, in order to serve his lord, this foreign God had completely turned himself into a fog.

A fog that served his king for eternity.

Walking in this fog, one might appear calm on the surface, but in reality, danger lurked everywhere.

The slightest carelessness would result in no bones left!

The unknown incarnation of the universe and the world.

The secrets that no one understood were controlled by him.

His status was far above that of the three pillar gods.

So much so that there was a legend that the silver key was separated from his divine body.

Fortunately, he had the permission of that great supreme being.

Unworthy of Being a Slave