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

It was morning, and Ling Ping'an walked down the stairs with sleepy eyes.

His cat had been waiting for him for a long time.

When he opened the door, the breakfast shop next door was already open.

Aunt Cai was chatting with a customer with a flushed face.

The main point of their conversation was naturally related to the college entrance examination results that were revealed last night.

"Our place is really under the care of Grandpa Wenqu Xing..."

"This year, we definitely have to build a Wenqu Xing Temple!" Aunt Cai, whose daughter was going to take the college entrance exam next year, said very firmly. These superstitious middle-aged women would always believe those unreliable news.

The customer, who looked to be only 27 or 28 years old, actually nodded as well. "I've already joined Wenqu Xing Temple's committe group' of the street office and donated 3,000 yuan..."

Metaphysics at the End of Science