I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

In the classroom at the end of the corridor, the four people did not wait for the Plate Deity’s response, continuing the ceremony regardless.

“O Great Plate Deity, please reveal yourself.”

A girl wore a colour-blocked baseball uniform, denim shorts, and a single ponytail as she squatted in the corner of the classroom, recording the entire process.

Her name is Du Sixian, and she is a student at Huacheng University.

As an urban legend photographer and videographer, she received an invitation from a fellow friend in an urban legend forum to come to Shihekou High School to uncover the secrets behind the school. Of course, she readily accepted and volunteered to be the photographer.

“O Great Plate Deity…”

The formula of this game was to repeatedly call out for the Plate Deity. Usually, the white porcelain plate would not move.

Sixian quietly watched as her companions were illuminated by the candlelight, feeling a little bored. Gradually, her mind trailed off.

When she approached the gloomy campus, she was petrified.

But boredom can drain a person of all kinds of emotions, including fear.It seems that the rumours behind Shihekou High School were not true.

‘I can’t use this for my video today,’ she sighed. ‘However, I heard that a large part of urban legends hires actors to pretend to be those urban legends. I can’t afford them either!’

‘Come on,’ she gritted her teeth. ‘Just one or two sightings and I’m done…’

The ceremony continued peacefully for a few more minutes, and her hand holding the camera felt a bit sore. She simply set the camera on the tripod and leaned against the corner in a daze.

Truthfully, she didn’t know who her four “companions” were. They were probably college students, judging by their stature.

They refer to each other by their usernames on the forum.

And Sixian was known by her username as well, “Witch.”

The boredom drained her patience, and she began to silently count her own heartbeat to pass the time.

“Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine…”

When she was about to count to a hundred, she felt a strange feeling behind her, as if something were coming from downstairs—no form, no sound, but a large, blurry, disturbing shadow.

The cold, biting winds came through the gaps in the doors and windows.

Feeling the cold, windy tentacles caress her back, her boredom was instantly swept away as she snatched the camera away from the tripod: “Something’s coming!”

The four companions trembled, thinking that the plate had moved, but it still lay there quietly.

The cold wind blowing down the corridor stopped, and the ominous feeling disappeared with it as well.

In the stark, cold night, Sixian felt strangely warm.

After a moment of silence, the four of them stared daggers into Sixian.

“Witch! What do you think you’re doing?” The boy, whose username was Brazil, yelled.

“If the Plate Deity appears, we’ll be the ones to know, not her! Listen, Witch, you just need to record the video carefully,” the girl named Daydream reprimanded.

Sixian couldn’t help but frown slightly. She didn’t like her very much because of her bossy demeanour. If it weren’t for her boyfriend, Pharoah, she wouldn’t be here in the first place.

“It’s okay! This is the first time Witch has participated in this trial of guts. It’s normal to be scared! Let’s continue the ceremony,” Pharoah persuaded.

Wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, he is tall and has good posture. His firm jaw held a calm and handsome face like he was someone you could rely on.

At this moment, the person named Bright pointed outside and trembled, “S-something’s outside…”

Sixian was stunned as she raised the camera towards the window, and her pupils shrank.

Sure enough, there were people outside—a short, agile figure with white hair that stared straight into the classroom.

‘T-this can’t be the Plate Deity… we might have attracted something else…’

‘Just how long was it standing outside, watching us?’

Sixian was terrified when she thought about it carefully, and her hands and feet felt numb from fear.

She suddenly remembered information she had obtained about playing games like this.

There is a saying that sometimes these games attract other things.

The more eerie the game, the easier it is to attract malicious entities. Those who have encountered weird things during the games did so because something else was attracted.

Noticing the figure outside the window, Brazil yelled as if to scare it away.

“Show yourself! I’ll smash your head in!” he yelled.

“Calm down!” Pharoah said as he held Brazil back. “It might be the Plate Deity! You do know what happens if you try to confront it brashly like this, right?”

Brazil immediately bowed his head and stood behind Pharoah.

‘What happens?’ Sixian wondered as she stared out the window. ‘I thought nothing scary would happen, but Brazil seems terrified…’

‘They are hiding something from me!’

“We can find out if it’s the Plate Deity if we ask him a few questions,” Bright pointed out.

“Ooh! Me first!” Daydream giggled. 

When she volunteered, Brazil and Bright glanced at Pharoah with a trace of displeasure but kept silent.

“O Great Plate Deity, will my boyfriend and I be together forever?”

After she asked the question, Sixian could see that the figure outside the window was walking back and forth, and it would appear and disappear from time to time.

“Yes, you will be together forever and have two children: a boy and a girl.”

“Honey!” Daydream yelled. “Did you hear that? We’re gonna have kids!”

“Yeah…” Pharoah smiled hesitantly.

“Let me ask one too!” Brazil piped up. “O Great Plate Deity, what will my future career be like?”

“You will make a lot of money in the future, but relationship-wise, it will not turn out well. Women will hate you.”

Sixian narrowed her eyes slightly, ‘I thought the Plate Deity only communicated through the plate…’

‘The thing outside is either something terrible or someone pretending to be the Plate Deity!’

Sixian sneered in her heart and came to the centre of the classroom. She put her hand on the plate and fixed her eyes on the window as she smirked, “O Great Plate Deity, why is the zero point of the Riemann Zeta function either a negative even number or a complex number with a real part of ½?”

“…”

“Or how about the Cauchy convergence test to prove a monotone bounded sequence?”

Amidst the awkward silence, there was a faint yell outside the window.

“F*ck!”

In the corridor, Lu Yibei was pretending to be the Plate Deity in exchange for psychic energy to satisfy her hunger. She wished she could rush in and start beating Sixian up.

‘I can get away with lying about love and money, but what psycho asks about math problems?’

‘Stop making things difficult for yourself, and let me eat!’