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

When the wine jar became still again, the wine inside had already turned amber-colored.

It was as beautiful as a gemstone.

Every drop of wine seemed to be as viscous as honey.

The essence of The Father of Snakes had already melted into it.

Everything of the god had transformed into this jar of wine.

As a result, the weight of this jar of wine became much heavier.

When Ling Pingan lifted it, it was quite light.

But in reality, its weight surpassed that of a star!

Its internal density was already comparable to a neutron star!

If this jar of wine was completely released and allowed to appear in this world, then just its mass alone would be enough to immediately cause the surrounding space to collapse.

And after 0.001 seconds, it would pull the entire earth and all the matter in the low Earth orbit to its surroundings.

Time would stop near this jar of wine.

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