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

Buffett was wandering outside of this abyss plane.

The incarnation of the Tauren God was thinking.

Because this was the silent prairie (Buffett never admitted that Yenogu had occupied this world!).

"Is this Yenogu's doing?" He thought.

That Bastard Yenogu would use all means to hurt and attack him, the Great Tauren God's cause.

So, his incarnation carefully circled the plane under him and began to observe.

He looked at the traces left by the ancient times.

The fallen Archangel. Although he had died for countless years, his strength and will still lingered in the desert. He refused and resisted Yenogu still!

Buffett couldn't help but praise his head.

If not for the fact that Azar was already dead, Buffett really wanted to find a chance to resurrect the powerful archangel and let him punish that dirty gnoll.

The Abyss, Seeped into Like a Sieve