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

The wind started to blow outside the door.

It looked like the weather was going to change again!

Ling Ping'an closed the door a little tighter, then took his phone and sat on the sofa.

The kitten jumped onto his body and gently rubbed against his master's clothes.

"Let's have roast meat today..." Ling Ping'an played with his phone and thought of the bowl of spice water that he had brewed.

In order to prevent it from spoiling, he decided to roast it today.

Eating beef rice every day seemed a little boring!

Thinking of mutton, he slowly curled his lips and recalled the mutton he had eaten a few years ago.

Thinking of the mutton, Ling Ping'an couldn't help but cry.

The Master of Imagination