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

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

Ling Pingan stretched his shoulders, stood up, and made himself a cup of tea.

Then, he shared half of it with his pet.

The man and his kitten were drinking tea behind the counter.

The night wind blew in, and it was a little cold.

In the streets outside the door, the tall and sturdy sycamore trees began to shed their leaves.

Ling Pingan drank his tea and said, "I have to buy autumn clothes tomorrow..."

He wouldn't wear the old clothes from last year.

In fact, he wouldn't wear the clothes from the seasons a year before.

After all, they were all unbelievably cheap industrial products.

It was only 30 to 50 yuan per piece.

Compared to keeping them, and find someone to wash them. Changing into new clothes was much more economical.

The kitten purred softly, agreeing with its master's decision.

There Can Only Be One Swarm of Insects and One Mother Tree!