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 next morning, Ling Ping'an received a text message notification on his phone after he woke up.

It was from the airline: "Dear Ling Ping'an, the flight you have booked will take off from Jiangcheng Airport at 10:30 a.m. tomorrow morning. Destination: Capital. Please arrive at the airport ahead of time and check in."

He scratched his head and received another text message.

It was from the Federal Empire's Committee for Meritorious Service. The tone employed was very formal.

"Dear Ling Ping'an, your ticket has been processed. Please go to the airport in time to complete the relevant procedures. Below was the information about the ticket."

He glanced at the ticket that the committee had booked for him.

"Wow, it's a good package..." he smacked his lips.

"Why do I feel that they're afraid that I won't go?" he thought.

Then, he laughed at himself. "You're thinking too much!"

Everyone was just a screw in this world.

The Captain's Nephew