So there’s Ling Ping An, this regular dude running a run-of-the-mill bookstore. His dream? Just coasting through life, you know? Peaceful existence, not asking for much.
But then the weirdos start showing up. Not your average customers, these are folks kinda in the thick of their teenage drama phase, wandering into his shop after hours. Ling Ping An sighs, bruh – another night, another headache. His livelihood depends on it though, so he puts on a show, leans into their vibe, and pitches books with all that extra youthful zest they’re looking for.
Finally, after some back-and-forth verbal sparring (which feels totally exhausting), the deal goes through. The customers buy something, right? Ling An's relieved – maybe quiet time can return to his bookshelves.
But then... they always say the same thing afterwards: "No cash, man! Can we trade this for a divine artifact?" And look at these books now – their covers have totally changed overnight!
"Secrets of Cosplay"? Now it’s some dusty "Lower Abyss Research Report." That "Stellaris: Settings for Synth Ascension"? It looks like the Gospel according to the Synthetic Beings. Ling An stares, scratching his head. Clearly, they’re messing with him.
He shakes his head, thinking maybe he needs a hobby change or something. These weirdos must be tripping on time or reality. He's just trying to keep his shop open and his sanity intact.
Wait, no... according to them? They see him as this big bad demonic ruler of Diablos, some cosmic overlord they can't imagine not existing. Talk about a misunderstanding!
Yeah, that’s the bizarre mess he finds himself in because of people who think their teenage angst needs divine backing and weird book transformations. Sounds like his life now in "I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon."