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 looked at his background data.

"It's finally 2,000!" He was very happy.

Even though it was already Monday and he had been recommending for more than a day, it had only increased by more than 300. This result was almost at the bottom compared to those in the same period as him but he had always been optimistic.

On the contrary, he was extremely happy!

This was because he had collected 2,000 collections. This was the score he had obtained in the past when he had forcefully recommended a few books.

"I'm a little hungry!" He leaned against the back of his chair as his stomach growled.

He felt that he was very very hungry.

"Little Darling..." he asked the kitten in the corner of the counter, "Are you hungry too?"

The kitten meowed softly, not daring to disagree.

What Exactly Did He Eat Last Night?