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 voices in his ears gradually faded into the distance.

The flies on the deck of the ship continued to wriggle and spell out new words.

"Description: The massacre of Merchant Yin has finally angered the Emperor of the East. The massive fleet has already pulled out their anchors and left the harbor! The news of the expedition fleet leaving the harbor was sent to Beizhou by the colonists of Luzon. Britannia and Fran decided to form an alliance fleet and intercept the expedition fleet of the east on the vast ocean!"

"As an eastern wanderer who was brought to this area by the colonists, you have to make a decision now!"

"Hint: Your choice will determine your camp!"

"Hint: You have automatically mastered the relevant language and forgotten it after leaving this world!"

Looking at these words, Huang Qin could not help but exclaim, "The hundred-year war?"

Raging sea