I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Snapping her fingers, the plate filled with moonlight hovered straight into her palm.

“What is that?” he asked.

“Have you heard of lingering spirits? These are low-purity spirits of that form.”

“I think I do,” he nodded. In fact, he actually saw them on the night he broke into Flowers and Sunshine Resort.

“All you have to do is sit and be a good boy while you watch me do my thing. If something goes wrong, you might get killed.”

“What the hell? This kills people?”

“A slight chance it might,” she smiled. “If anything goes wrong, I can just revive you and turn you into my servant. No biggie!”

He immediately shut his mouth and stepped aside. Even if there was a slight chance something went wrong, he was no stranger to low-probability things occurring in his presence.

Jumeng took a deep breath and sat down, holding the silver plate in one hand. She rummaged through her parcels with the other hand and crushed them into dust.

The dust hovered under her command as it was slowly added to the illusory moonlight.

With more dust, the moonlight began to boil as bubbles floated out of the liquid. Instead of popping, it shattered, bursting into a tiny display of shimmery starlight.

Gazing at the liquid, Jumeng whispered a few incomprehensible spells, and the liquid flew up from the plate forming an orb of liquid before her.

Her hands cupped the orb without touching it, and with a snap, emerald-green flames rose as the orb began to shrink rapidly, solidifying into reality as it turned into an exceptionally pure liquid.

When the orb shrank to half its size, Jumeng tapped on her eyebrows and flicked a tiny eyebrow into the air.

As the eyebrow fell, it transformed into a feather; the feather was streamlined and perfect as if it were coated in a layer of pure gold. It was without flaws, and Yibei’s mind could utter words of perfection as he stared at the feather. Whispers containing incomprehensible information were uttered from the feather, and it slowly blended into the orb.

The orb had now dyed a tinge of gold and silver, intertwining with each other in a beautiful dance of elements.

The ritual continued as he watched her work. The faint whispers gradually receded, and the emerald-green flame wrapped around the orb went out, leaving only an orb of liquid hovering on her fingertips.

“I’m done,” she grinned. “How was it? Am I truly a goddess in your eyes now?”

He had to admit that she was good.

“I…” he pondered for a few seconds. “I want to learn alchemy as well!”

“Is there anything else you’d like to say?” she smiled.

“Uh, how long will learning take?”

She pouted as she turned back around, saying, “You can’t learn alchemy in a single day. There are a lot of factors to consider.”

Yibei thought of the small chance of him dying and shivered.

“Just to be sure, you have no history of genetic diseases in your family, right?” she asked.

“Why? Please don’t tell me that thing morphs my DNA or something.”

“No, just asking.”

Jumeng laughed inwardly at her attempt to scare him and plopped the liquid back onto the plate, handing it to Yibei.

Yibei stared at the mercury and golden liquid before him. He didn’t intend to swallow it yet and turned back into the living room.

“Wig? Are you in here? I need your help.”

Perhaps it was because the Witch was so generous with it the last time; the moment the wig heard his call, it immediately ran out of its corner and hovered in front of him.

“Great Wit-Master! What do you need?”

“Try this,” he said, dipping his fingers into the liquid.

Jumeng scoffed, thinking that he didn’t trust her. In reality, Yibei was minimising risks.

The wig hesitated for a moment before a tongue slowly protruded out of the mass of hair and licked up the liquid from his fingers.

Although it was a little scary, it knew that if the Witch died, they would die too.

“Oh?” The wig muttered as it sounded as if it were licking its lips. “It’s delicious and refreshing. Like cold brew tea.”

“Good,” he nodded. “Thank you for your help!”

After he spoke, he dropped the liquid on the plate, and in the next moment, severe pain like turbulent waves hit his body.

His body began to twitch violently, and he could feel a huge amount of information rushing into his brain; his eyes were a distant fog as he stared straight up at the ceiling.

‘What the…’

His body was limp on the ground, and not far away, he could see the wig throwing up clumps of hair from its maw as well.

“Seems like it works!” Jumeng said, and it looked as if the air was rippling, morphing into another world.

My brain… it’s being overwhelmed by Lu Xu’s memory, he thought. Immediately afterwards, he could see Lu Xu’s memories flashing through his brain.

His vague memories of his childhood, to a blurry scene of middle school and high school, to a more vivid scene as he first entered campus grounds, and finally, he saw how the bamboo scrolls pierced through his skin and merged into his body.

And other memories, among others.

‘No girlfriend? Are you kidding me? All you have is your left hand, right hand, and a sleeve!’

These were his last thoughts as he fell into unconsciousness.

When he woke up again, he felt mentally tired, but his body was energetic.

Opening his eyes, Jumeng’s delicate face came into view: “You’re awake! The operation was a success! You are now fully a woman!”

Yibei’s eyes widened, and he sat up to check his body, relieved to find that his junior still lay in between his thighs.

“Just kidding,” she smiled, patting him on the shoulder. “You might feel a fever or the need to vomit, but you should have absorbed Lu Xu’s memories in full.”

After carefully going through Lu Xu’s memories, he found that they did not affect his emotions, unlike the memories of Pharaoh and the others.

“I… I feel smart! I feel like I’m all ready to write a full thesis.”

“Aw, look at you!” Jumeng praised her as she conjured her laptop for her. “Now, if you excuse me, my teammates need me to win the war.”

Watching her leave, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

Judging from Lu Xu’s memory, if the mysterious blood enters your system, that means tomorrow night will be the last chance this month that he can enter the realm of the bamboo scrolls.

However, the anniversary is tomorrow night, and he doesn’t know if it will coincide with his speech.