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 carried Bastet and walked into the cafeteria. He chose a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge then took some cold dishes such as kelp strips. He sat in a corner and slowly ate his breakfast.

There were not many customers this morning.

This was very normal. The Get-together Party would end tomorrow.

Everyone would go back to their own homes.

At this time, those who had found a partner would usually go on a date.

Under the moonlight, they would be lovey-dovey, and it couldn't be more joyous.

Those who didn't have a partner would seize the time and fool around in the Imperial Capital.

These young masters from all over the world had caused the restaurants in the Imperial Capital to increase in price.

It had attracted a lot of gossips.

Therefore, those who were obediently staying in the Monsoon Villa were basically like Ling Ping'an, who weren't interested to go on a blind date, nor wanting a female company.

A hand knife