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 was finally in the mood to write after dinner.

The kitten slowly closed its eyes amidst the tapping sound of the keyboard.

The busiest time of the day had begun outside the bookshop.

Cars came and went, and pedestrians came and went in a hurry.

Ling Pingan was immersed in his fantasy world.

He had smooth writing with the help of the material from the game world.

The time slowly reached nine o'clock as he wrote.

He raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall, then looked at the word count on the screen. It was exactly two thousand words!

He nodded in satisfaction, then stood up and made himself a cup of fragrant tea.

His phone beeped as he drank the tea and received a text message.

Ling Pingan picked it up and looked. It was from his aunt.

Sun Empress