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

"Illidan..." Kael'thas's lips trembled as he read out the name.

Everyone now knew that the traitor Illidan had been released and that he had killed Tichondrius, the Dread Lord of Burning Legion in Felwood Forest.

And his most iconic army was the Naga.

Those compatriots in the deep sea, the Highborne Elves from 10,000 years ago!

So, Lor'themar and Illidan had collaborated?

When did they get close? And when did they get together?

The prince could not figure it out.

But he knew that he and his people had become pawns.

Garithos looked at Lor'themar, then at Kael'thas, and then at the Naga army that was walking out of the sea.

One after another, the figures of Night Elves appeared on Garithos's ship.

Maiev Shadowsong's figure appeared from the shadows.

The Furious Sapling