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

As Ling Ping'an walked upstairs, he looked at the silver game cabin in the corner of his bedroom.

When he walked over, the sensing device on the cover of the game cabin opened automatically.

He looked at the cabin and saw that there seemed to be a layer of soft, blue material.

"It's stardust!" He reached out and touched it.

The stardust was very soft and comfortable to touch. There was a slight warmth.

This material was a remnant of the supernova explosion, which was rare!

Ling Ping'an slowly lay down. The surrounding Stardust immediately wrapped around him like water.

It was the sound of gears turning.

In the next moment, Ling Ping'an found himself in a square.

The square was huge, almost boundless.

He subconsciously adjusted his nonexistent glasses.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a familiar interface appeared in front of him.

The Divine Selection