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

Carrying his cat, Ling Ping'an walked to the parking lot of the airport bus.

This place was opposite the airport.

Ling Ping'an followed the crowd and walked in.

He soon understood the meaning of his plate.

The buses at the airport were arranged in the Order of A, B, C, and D.

He was going to sit in the 33rd seat of the First Bus.

He walked onto the bus, and there were already a few people on it.

When these people saw him, they all raised their heads and took a look.

Ling Ping'an nodded and smiled at them. Then, he hugged his cat and found his seat.

After he sat down, a person next to him turned to look at him and asked, "Brother, which family are you from?"

This person had a head of colorful hair and a copper ring on his ear. There were also traces of tattoos on his hands.

He looked a little younger than Ling Ping'an.

Even his attitude and tone were a little light.

Anything Could Happen