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

Ling Ping'an raised his head and saw countless raindrops of blood falling down.

"Where is this?" he asked himself.

The space-time rift outside the curvature dimension.

It was also a normal space-time rift.

And now, this place was undergoing a large-scale cleansing.

Countless strange-looking creatures were fighting in the dimension of the horn of space-time.

Everything that was not "loyal" would be eliminated.

Even those that were not "loyal" enough would fall within the scope of cleansing.

And an even more intense battle was unfolding in the depths of the horn of space-time.

An indescribably huge worm was being chased by countless tentacles and granulation.

Those tentacles and granulation had already gained the upper hand.

Bai Suzhen (2)