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

Holding the interrogation records, Ning Qinghong arrived at the door of the commander-in-chief's house.

All the former commanders of the Blackguard worked from home.

This was a tradition from the first commander-in-chief until now.

As Ning Qinghong knocked on the door, a woman wearing an apron came to her.

"Xiaoning is here!" the woman greeted happily.

Ning Qinghong immediately bowed. "Yes, Madam, I'm here again!"

"Please come in!" The woman smiled and pulled her in. "Your commander-in-chief is playing chess with someone in the backyard!"

"Oh!" Ning Qinghong nodded and replied to the woman, "Thank you, Madam!"

Under a few parasol trees, the commander-in-chief, who was wearing casual clothes, was playing go with Zhang Hui, who was also wearing casual clothes.

A Small Target