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 Ping'an stood at the door and looked at the streetlights, which lit up one by one.

The rusted gate of the industrial park, which had not been opened for a long time, was opened in the evening.

Next Door, Aunt Cai, who was about to close the shop, was talking to her neighbors.

"I told you that this place is blessed by Grandpa Wenqu Xing..."

"Even the central technological university is going to build a laboratory here!"

Ling Ping'an couldn't help but smack his mouth when he heard this name.

Although the Federal Empire was big, there were only a few universities that could be named 'Central'.

Among them, the Central Technological University of the Federal Empire in Zhengzhou was known as the 'jade of the Empire'.

Jade was the symbol of a gentleman.

The book of songs said, "It is like comparing notes, like pondering.".

Re-entry