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 sat casually, his hand gently stroking the pet in his arms.

It was soft, gentle and quite comfortable to touch.

There was even a faint fragrance in his nose.

The black figure prostrating in front of him held up a mirror-like object respectfully.

Ling Ping'an only glanced at it before shaking his head, "I don't need this kind of thing..."

He knew that the mirror could reflect the world.

It could look up the situation of the heavens anytime, anywhere.

As long as he was willing, he felt that there was nothing he couldn't know but he didn't want to waste his energy on these trivial matters.

They were just boring and unimportant trivial matters.

Although he didn't quite understand why he had such thoughts, nor did he understand why he thought that he was omnipotent, but, that was how he felt.

He took it for granted that he was absolutely certain.

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