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

Andrew carefully poked his head out of a sewer.

The morning fog filled the vicinity.

The sanitation truck had just left.

This quiet street was so quiet that there was not a single person. Only the street lamps were lit up but he did not dare to let his guard down.

"The Blackguard actually has a general in this city..." He recalled what happened last night with lingering fear.

Even though he ran fast enough, the pursuit of the Blackguard was still like a shadow following him.

After exposing himself, the psionic power warning radar immediately locked onto him.

He became a shark mixed in a school of fish and was accurately identified.

It was like a specimen painted under a microscope in a laboratory.

If he had not made a prompt decision and immediately used the grace bestowed by the King of Angels, he would have been captured.

He was afraid that he would have been captured by now.

Fossil Energy Was About to Die