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 pursed his lips and shook his head.

His nose smelled the stench coming from the other person's body.

To be more precise, it wasn't the stench.

It was a strange smell that was similar to that of fermented food, which was like the cheese from land of Qin.

It was also like the durian from Nanyang.

No, it was more like the coriander that many people liked to eat...

The taste was strange, but he could not find the right words to describe it.

He could only give a rough and direct evaluation of it as 'smelly'.

Ling Ping'an swallowed his saliva.

The person looked at Ling Ping'an and was a little impatient. "Why are you looking at me?"

He felt that his bestial nature was stirring.

At this moment, many menus even appeared in his heart.

The best ingredients only needed the simplest cooking.

I’ll Beat You to Death