I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Du Sixian has been thinking about the final test that An Qing has prepared for her.

To be honest, although she temporarily dispelled her prejudice about the Night Division, the existence of the Night Division reminded her of the strange figures that continue to plague her vision in the corner of her eye.

After waiting for two days, the final test finally came.

Outside the window, the sky was scarlet, and Du Sixian sat alone in An Qing’s office.

Not long after, the door to her office opened, and four people walked in, holding a bronze box with animal patterns.

Four chains hung loosely from the box, and each of the four pulled one of the chains. The box hung in the centre of them, and something seemed to tremble within the box.

An Qing was one of the four, and Jiangli, whom she had met once, was the other. However, the other two people were still unfamiliar to her.

One of them is a short and petite girl who held a big, black umbrella in her other hand. Her clothes were large and loose, and the gloomy aura emanating from her terrified her.

The other person is a very tall man; he radiated an aura of comfort; he is a man who puts you at ease with his mere presence.

Despite this, the moment Sixian looked away, she found that she couldn’t remember anything about the man, as if he were intentionally leaking out of her memory.The four of them walked up to her and placed the box on the table.

“This is Jiangli, Operator No. 5. You’ve met her before,” An Qing introduced, smiling. “This is Tang Tang, Operator No. 1, and Li Xuan, Operator No. 2.”

“Gu Xiliu was supposed to come in today; she’s Operator No. 3, but…”

“She flaked,” Jiangli explained flatly. “You’re probably not going to be seeing her at all during your time of employment. She always finds a reason to flake.”

Operator No. 1, you say… Sixian thought, eyeing the little girl named Tang Tang up and down. At first, she thought that the Operators were arranged in terms of strength, with No. 1 being the strongest, but it was impossible—how could a gloomy little girl be the strongest Operator inside the room?

“Shall we start?” An Qing said, breaking her train of thought.

The moment An Qing unlocked the ancient and complex lock of the box, something within it started to bang against its constraints.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Something terrifying woke up within the box, and each bang seemed to resonate within her own heart.

The box opened little by little, and Du Sixian couldn’t breathe. Her eyes tingled, and it seemed as if time was slowing down in that very room.

The box was now fully open, and it was strangely silent. Du Sixian stepped forward and took a peek inside, only to be greeted by a huge, bloodshot eyeball that lay quietly inside, bound by a silver net that trapped it within the box.

And it’s alive.

It rotated slowly and stared at Sixian; its disturbing gaze seemed to penetrate her body and see through her soul, making her feel fear that she had never experienced before.

Her surroundings started to blur, and only then did she feel a pressure that pressed against her brain. Time seemed to slow, and slow, and slow, until it was just her and the eyeball staring at each other.

Du Sixian didn’t know how long she went under. When she came back to her senses, Jiangli and the others had already left, leaving only An Qing leaning on the opposite sofa with a small smile on her rosy lips.

“Congratulations! You passed the test. You are now an official member of the Night Division.”

“Oh, uh,” Sixian uttered, visibly confused. “What happened?”

“It’s a Class B psychic item,” she explained. “It’s the eyeball of a legendary animal that can tell right from wrong, and it also reveals your true colours.”

Du Sixian eyed An Qing. It seems that they still don’t trust her fully.

“However, you’re strange,” An Qing said. “I recruited you because I felt psychic energies within you, but according to the eyeball, you’re fully human.”

“Of course! I am fully human! What do you mean by that?”

“Well, it means you aren’t a natural psychic. Most natural psychics are born with something that powers them; think of it like a potion or a tattoo. This power is embedded in their soul, but we couldn’t detect anything from you.”

“Is that bad?”

“On the contrary, it’s good,” An Qing smiled. “If you aren’t a natural psychic, you don’t have to worry about turning into a monster for the time being. In fact, you have a choice.”

“A choice?”

“Yes. You can become a Combat Operator or a Logistics Worker.”

“Explain!”

“The key difference is that to become a Combat Operator, you need to embed a rune into your soul,” An Qing said, her expression turning serious. “However, most of the raw materials we have for crafting runes come from urban legends, and by branding those things onto your soul…”

“You become an urban legend,” Sixian finished.

“Correct. This rune is like a mask that you channel your energy through, but, if you wear it for too long, you won’t be able to remove it anymore.”

“Now, for the logistic work, all you have to do is keep your mouth shut and contain whatever anomaly we come into contact with from the public,” An Qing explained.

Du Sixian frowned and pondered.

‘Becoming an urban legend… but An Qing and the others seem to be doing well?’

She weighed the odds together: if she were to become a logistics worker, she would still come into contact with urban legends, and she would be unable to fight back.

“You don’t have to make a decision now,” An Qing smiled and sat beside her. “Think it through.”

“I have a question.”

“Do tell.”

“Now that I’m a member, does that mean I can’t host broadcasts anymore?”

“Pfft!” An Qing chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about all that; in fact, we release broadcasts regularly to the public.”

“Excuse me?” Sixian’s eyes widened. “S-so, you’re saying that some of the videos on the Internet are true? I-I thought that belief is power, a-and we’re supposed to keep it secret!”

“You’re right, belief is power,” An Qing smiled. “We need that power too; the public needs people to believe in, people who can deal with the horrors they face daily.”

“Well, if you want to become a Combat Operator, I’ll let you in on some secrets.”

“I’ve decided! I want to become a Combat Operator, and those broadcasts, I…”

“You want to take over, I assume?” An Qing smiled. “That’s good. Gu Xiliu is currently in charge of the broadcasts, but the quality of work is not up to standards, and…”

As An Qing spoke, Sixian tilted her head.

‘Wait. This is too easy. I thought an organisation like this would be very strict in terms of standards.’

“Since you’ve already made up your mind, just wait patiently for a few days,” An Qing interrupted.

“Why?”

“I need to prepare for you to transition into a psychic user,” she explained. “The materials take a few days to be prepared, and it might be dangerous. Besides, we have to give you time to decide.”

“In the meantime,” she continued. “It’s time to learn about what we do.”

An Qing stretched out her finger and pointed at the bookshelf.

In an instant, Sixian could see the Night Division Records, which were as thick as a dictionary.

Seeing the Records, she suddenly remembered something: “Do I have to read through them?” Like Lu Yibei?”

“Ah, no,” An Qing smiled. “He’s part-time, so he has to read through it page by page. For you, I have a quicker way!”

Listening to An Qing’s words, a voice like a hallucination whispered in Sixian’s ear.

“Yes! It’s my dream—part-time workers don’t have as many rights as full-time ones.”

The voice sounded like the voice that had guided her to the Night Division—is this the god-like existence from her dream? Why is she hearing her voice now? And…

Why does it seem a little unhappy?