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

The stars of the day shone brightly in the sky.

It was the same for all of Azeroth.

In Stormwind City, in Stromgarde, in Ironforge castle...

Whether it was the taurens or centaurs.

Even the Panda-men who were shrouded in Pandaria's fog could see it.

Almost everyone in every corner could raise their heads and look at the stars in the sky, surrounding the eternal Sun.

The stars of the day were shining in the sky!

Many ancient existences were awakened from their dreams.

And the ones who felt it the most were the night elves who had been wandering around the hot sand harbor.

It was as if a supernova had exploded in the distant star field.

Therefore, during the day, the starlight made the sunlight dim!

Descent!