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 people opposite him immediately put their palms together. "Buddha is merciful!"

Although he was the real culprit, there was nothing he could do.

Little did they know that in the eyes of others, he was like a Buddha that had walked out of a Buddhist stone painting.

But he was also solemn, holy, and solemn.

Black lotuses bloomed under his feet.

Black fog lingered above his head.

Black Flowers kept falling down from the illusion.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha... Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

Above the Black Lotus, the sound of wooden fish lingered.

The solemn and solemn voice of Sanskrit echoed in people's hearts.

Sanskrit, which is supposed to bring peace and calm.

The Disciple Finally Understands