I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

There was no day and night cycle in the world of bamboo scrolls, forever imprisoned in the boundary between day and night.

Beyond the black mountains, a simple shack stood quietly on its ridges, which seemed strangely out of place in this monotonous world of evil.

A burst of rapid footsteps sounded from the other end of the fountain, and a figure flew out from the sea of trees, landing steadily in front of the shack.

Supporting herself, Gu Qianqian straightened the red scarf around her neck and opened the door to her shack, throwing herself on her simple bed made of hay.

Face planted on the bed, she mumbled out into her pillow.

“System.”

“Confirming progress of the mission [Investigating the Secrets of the Deserted Village]… 66% Complete!”

“That little?” she pouted. “This is more difficult than doing retail.”

Gu Qianqian has been here for several days, and she has already understood the situation here clearly.

There were three small villages scattered around the area, and the stars surrounded a larger village. In each village, there were a varying number of humans that wandered about, usually more than ten.

Most of them wore similar costumes to the women, so there must be next to no living humans here.

The other humans were extremely active as if they were preparing for some ritual.

Gu Qianqian felt that, apart from not knowing where this mysterious ancestral temple was, she had already investigated enough—too much even. Despite her task being 66% complete, she couldn’t help but feel burnt out.

“System, what do the villagers mean when they say they are preparing a grand ceremony to welcome gifts that fall from the sky?”

“I cannot say,” the system said. “It must be some kind of special festival.”

An isolated place like this can only be created by an extremely powerful entity that can create different pockets of reality. From a certain perspective, this is a new world.

However, it was incomplete. No matter how powerful this entity is, it cannot create a real world, and the resources in this world will soon dwindle.

For example, the jungles seemed dead, and the fields were barren.

The system predicts that this festival is what sustains the remaining humans here.

“Is food going to fall from the sky?” Gu Qianqian asked.

The system was speechless. Even in their predicament, she’s thinking about food.

Even if the system wanted to, it couldn’t produce food for her. There just wasn’t anything left in this barren world!

“System! Look! There’s a shooting star outside! Make a wish!”

“I don’t make wishes.”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

The tradition of wishing upon shooting stars still remains even in modern times, and they too are something like myths. Some wishes do come true, in fact.

If I make a wish, it will backfire on me, the system thought.

Gu Qianqian ignored the system and went outside to the front of the shack, chasing after the streams of light left behind by the shooting stars.

One of the streams seemed to fall near the nearest village.

“System! We should go take a look!”

“It’s not going to give you any food if you wish on it.”

“That’s ridiculous. Why not?”

“Gu Qianqian, we are not in fantasyland; we are in the dead-god-pocket universe! There is nothing here! Do you really think a god will rain food from the sky?”

“System-”

“Don’t interrupt me! I’m not done!”

“System, I just picked up two grilled fish.”

…?

“My wish for food came true!” Gu Qianqian beamed. “I told you they work!”

What infuriated the system more was that Gu Qianqian was right. It did, in fact, rain food for the villagers.

What kind of stupid god is this? You’re supposed to be scary!

Her vision gradually became clearer, and Yibei could see a pair of feet breaking into sight.

“Ah, hello, woah, what the hell?”

As she looked up from this pair of feet, this person seemed to be cut off at the knees, and everything above was a blur of flesh and blood.

Looking around, this person’s limbs were torn apart by something, and she could see a tentacle grasping an eyeball.

Seeing this, her stomach churned and retched, and a wisp of fire coughed out of her mouth.

Ack!

This place is so fucking weird; I have to leave.

She felt that this felt just like the game known as P*BG, where they get dropped off and are required to hide and search for guns and be the last person standing.

She quickly picked up her pace and walked past the mound of gore, but really, what frightened her was that…

She felt the urge to take a bite.

Shortly after, the Witch left.

A rustling sound came from behind the bushes.

Soon, figures in coarse clothes walked out from behind the bushes, and they carried rattan baskets with rusty steel forks. Their pupils were like snakes, and they eyed the mound of flesh and blood on the ground.

They swarmed up, and nothing was left of the mound.

Their long-awaited feast begins once again.