I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

It was bright outside at eight o’clock. When the first ray of dawn fell on his bedside, he jumped out of bed as if he had been awakened by a nightmare.

Sitting up on the bed, he sighed and rubbed through his messy hair, getting out of bed.

His body was fully adjusted to his routine of going to the roof to bathe in the sun’s rays. Seeing that he was still in bed, his body jerked him awake.

After washing up and changing into his jacket, he went downstairs and saw Jumeng sprawled across the sofa, asleep.

Last night, Jumeng spent more money on purchasing game credits and spent all night playing video games. Now, she was mumbling game terms in her sleep.

He didn’t know gods could sleep and talk.

He grumbled as he approached her, shifting her hanging arms and legs back into the safety of the sofa and covering her with a blanket, tucking her in.

Before he left, he found the wig cowering in a dark corner of the bathroom and pulled it up to his eye.

“O’ Great Witch,” the wig moaned. “It’s not that I want to disobey you, but could you please test new medicine on the others?”

“I’m sorry,” he said with a hand on his forehead. “However, I need your help today. For something else.”

“Please don’t be a spell this time.”

“No, I am going out to do something troublesome, so there’s a good chance I won’t be back for a while… If I don’t come back in a week, tell Jumeng that something happened to me, and she has to find a way to heal and go back to her Garden on her own. Do you understand?”

He felt that this trip to the world of bamboo scrolls may be dangerous. If something went wrong, he didn’t want Jumeng to wait for him in vain and potentially endanger herself.

‘It’s not manly to make her worry!’

The wig was silent upon hearing this. If something this serious came out of the Witch’s mouth, there was a good chance she may never return.

But that can’t be! Is there something that the powerful Witch can’t solve? If anything, she’ll be able to solve any problem that comes her way, right?

Could she be trying to organise a Night Parade of Urban Legends, turning the entirety of Huacheng into her territory? Or something greater?

The wig thought of this and trembled, “Great Witch, don’t worry! I can help you with this.”

“I’m counting on you,” he smiled and patted the wig, retrieving his guitar bag and leaving the apartment.

The wig watched as Yibei packed his stuff, and a dim light of gold outlined him. For a moment, the wig saw him in a different light—no longer was he a timid, lazy Witch, but a reliable, strong Witch.

“O’ Witch,” the wig cried out.

Yibei’s eyes widened as he heard this, and he immediately turned around and shushed the wig, saying, “What are you doing? What if she hears you?”

Thankfully, she was still fast asleep.

After leaving the apartment, he didn’t directly go to campus but to the abandoned construction site near the University.

‘A copper coin, the statue of Acala, a toy gun, a kitchen knife, eighty-two charms, two spells, a laptop—no, not the laptop; that’s for me to write my speech later…’

After spreading everything on the ground, he looked at it for a while and nodded.

If you don’t count the uncontrollable power in his body, these are all the items he can use.

It may be a lot, but he feels that it isn’t enough.

He silently cursed Jumeng for not teaching him alchemy when she could.

His speech would start at 3 p.m., and he would be the last of the speakers, so he still had several hours to come up with the worst speech you have ever heard in existence.

However, after absorbing Lu Xu’s memory, he found that writing a speech was not so hard after all.

A bit of misfortune, sprinkle in a little sad story to get the audience engaged, and end with a positive outlook on life!

A whole empty speech bragging about his survival from a fatal stabbing, but at least he could fork out the speech.

At 11 a.m., he finally finished his draft and replied to the Student Union under the bombardment of their texts.

Most of the committees in charge of this event are from the Student Union anyway, so their office remains at the Student Union office.

In the corridor outside their office, dozens of students ran around with props and stacks of paper, directing cameramen around to adjust the lights and cameras.

Everyone had their roles to perform, which exuded the unique teenage vigour of determined students.

Which contrasted with Lu Yibei’s current appearance of doing absolutely nothing.

‘Where do they find the energy to do this?’ He complained as he stared at the students running up and down the corridor.

“Excuse me, your cell phone is ringing. You should check it.”

“Oh, Jesus! Thank you; I wasn’t paying attention.”

Turning around, he saw the girl who reminded him, and he was slightly taken aback.

It was Lin Yiqi, and she was wearing a white dress, with that gloomy baby still lying on top of her head.

The baby, covered in pink skin, poked its head out and sniffed the air as if it could smell something from Yibei.

Staring at the baby, his scalp tingled when Lin Yiqi interrupted him.

“Okay… You’re being weird. Do you know where the nurse is? I can take you there.”

“Ah, sorry. I couldn’t find the Student Union office, so I was a little anxious.”

“Oh?” she smiled. “They’re right over there, in room 407.”

“Thank you,” he replied, walking over to the room.

He stopped and turned around, glancing at Lin Yiqi. From a distance, she was surrounded by a group of girls. With her slim figure and beautiful face, it wasn’t hard for her to stand out from the crowd.

‘I wonder what they would think if they knew she had dismembered a living person and hid the body in a puppet and that there is an ugly ghost baby climbing all over her head.’

He quickly shook his head: ‘They’re all lucky they wouldn’t be targeted by urban legends. It’s difficult for them to even come into contact with it anyway.’

He gently knocked on room 407.

Knock.

“Who is it?”

“Lu Yibei.”

“Okay… Who are you again?”

“Eighteen stab wounds.”

“Oh, it’s you! Everyone’s scripts have been sent, and we’re all waiting for you! Come in, quickly!” the boy behind the door shouted.

The moment Yibei entered and closed the door, Lin Yiqi’s neck glanced in the direction of room 407.

“That boy had weak psychic fluctuations.” Lin Yiqi spoke with the baby in a voice that only she could hear.

After the baby confirmed it, she asked, “Did he see you?”

“You can’t tell that the psychic fluctuations are coming from him or his jacket? Hmm…”

Lin Yiqi bit her lip thoughtfully.

Ever since she was put on the wanted list by the Night Division more than a year ago, she has been laying low and building good relationships with her peers.

It was so that she could reclaim her spotlight in a more subdued way and avoid attracting the attention of other people.

However, now, somebody with psychic tendencies has appeared out of nowhere.

What if…

“Do you remember what he looked like? Maybe we can trap him and then let him out after the party is over. Remember, we can only trap and scare him, but we cannot hurt him.”

Lin Yiqi nodded and patted the baby, nodding slightly.