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

At midnight in winter, the temperature was very low.

The wind blew in the forest, making a sound.

In the distance, the whimpering of the owl was intermittent.

The rotten matter underfoot made a rustling sound when stepped on.

The kitten curled up in the arms of its master and was very docile.

The trees seemed to be a little crooked?

The branches were stretched out in a mess. The withered leaves were still tenaciously sticking to the branches at the top of the tree.

The pale moonlight shone down and the shadows were indistinct. It was like the atmosphere at the beginning of a horror movie.

However, Ling Pingan felt very comfortable.

The countless thoughts in his heart rose and fell as he advanced.

Bits of light appeared beside him.

Ling Pingan looked at it. "Fireflies!"

How could there be fireflies in the middle of winter?

the Adventures of the Cross Slope (4)