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

"Ping'an, what are you doing?" His aunt's voice came from the phone.

As Ling Ping'an listened, he felt that he was indeed not as smart as before.

His understanding of this world was rapidly falling.

His originally clear brain was once again in chaos.

Thus, Ling Ping'an smiled and replied, "I didn't do anything..."

"Hehe!" His aunt said. "Don't think that I don't know!"

"Today, the Legend of Nightmare is going to hold a press conference for beta testing..."

"You didn't have any intention of doing that?"

Even if a grand scholar with a lot of knowledge could solve those world-class problems, he might not be as smart as an ordinary citizen in life.

He smiled and asked, "Aunty, are you giving me a game cabin?"

Walked to the front of the stage