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 finally returned to the door of the shop, carrying two bags of grapes.

He took out his key and opened the door.

Then, he carried the grapes in his hand.

The Kitten Bastet followed him in.

Ling PingAn placed the two bags of grapes in his hand on the table.

He waved his hand, which was not sore at all, imagining how tired he looked.

So, he stuck out his tongue and panted.

Bastet walked up to him and gently stuck out its tongue to lick its master's hand as if to comfort him.

"Little Boy, you have a conscience!" Ling PingAn was very satisfied.

Then, he sat up and looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already past four.

"Let's watch TV and get ready to brew the wine!" Ling PingAn said. Then, he walked to the cabinet, sat down, and turned on the TV.

Wine brewing