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 prophecy echoed in his ears, "Only his daughter could change this fate!"

Immediately, the flesh under his skin told him that things were not so simple.

The Great Old One was still in the middle of the situation.

Even if it was an Outer God, the entropy would increase to a certain limit.

It would become a pile of putridity without willpower or thought.

In the end, it would fall into the Primordial Chaos.

It would become the nourishment for the Primordial Chaos.

In the old days, there was a legend.

A long time ago, an era that could not be recalled.

The Primordial Chaos gave birth to The Nameless Mist, and The Nameless Mist enveloped the Primordial Chaos.

Medicine of regret