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 returned to the village, carrying Bastet.

At the village entrance, he met the old village chief who was carrying a load of grapes and rushing back.

"Uncle Zhang..." He immediately stepped forward with a smile.

"Young Master..." As soon as the old village chief saw Ling PingAn, he was happy. "You're back..."

Ling PingAn said, "Uncle Zhang, I told you... There's no need to go through so much trouble..."

"I'll pick these grapes by myself when I come back..."

The old village chief smiled honestly and said, "Young master, how would I dare to let you do such a rough work in the mountains?"

"Moreover you're not familiar with the mountains either..."

Ling PingAn was stunned when he heard this.

He rarely came back. If there was no road sign, he probably wouldn't even know how to return to the village.

Thus, he said, "Uncle Zhang... let me carry this..."

Nine-tailed Fox