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

Li Shouyi quietly listened to Ning Qinghong's report.

At the same time, he also looked at the report in his hands, which was then handed to Zhang Hui. "General, please take a look..."

Zhang Hui took it and skimmed through the contents of the report.

He took a deep breath. "Well, if that's the case... I'm afraid that the Church of Bones is not behind this!"

If what Ning Qinghong said was true, then... the Church of bones was no longer a suspect!

But if it wasn't the Church of bones, then who was it?

Wasn't the Dead Sea document in the hands of the Church of Bones?

Li Shouyi looked at Ning Qinghong and asked, "Little Ning, didn't you say... that you felt the aura of the evil God on that page?"

Ning Qinghong nodded. "Yes, Commander-in-chief! I won't forget it!"

Li Shouyi’s Conjecture