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 held his head. He felt his eyeballs were swelling.

His brain seemed to be filled with mercury.

It was stiff, mechanical, and numb.

His body seemed to have split open.

His pet meowed softly at his feet as if it was afraid.

"Little darling..." He comforted. "Don't be afraid!"

However, his body was slowly contorting amidst the spasms.

The bones on his body bulged one by one.

His skin was expanding and gradually cracking.

It was as if something terrifying was about to be born from it.

His subconscious told him that if that thing crawled out...

Something that he could not bear to see would probably happen.

"Get lost!" He scolded in a low voice. "Get back!"

As he scolded, the protruding bones slowly calmed down.

Ghroth’s song