I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

It took less than 20 minutes for Jumeng to fully explain the texts to Lu Yibei, and she wrote it all down in English for him to understand.

He couldn’t help but sigh—gods are truly different beings.

Using a magical brush, the beautiful brushwork occupied more than half a page, but Jumeng stopped, letting out a long sigh of relief.

“There’s nothing useful in the first half, and I didn’t bother writing down the second half.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Too many words. Troublesome.”

“…”

“I could, you know, just tell you. Come.”

Pointing at the paper, she spoke, “This is the final entry; they did find a god in the mountains, but they all felt that something was wrong with their god.”

“[Many of the men felt the god’s presence, but they couldn’t describe its appearance. I felt it too. We are finally at the mountain, but something tells me that we won’t be able to leave. I don’t know if we were the ones who found it or if it found us.]…”Hearing this, he frowned. He could vaguely feel the anxiety and hopelessness of the person who wrote the diary.

Perhaps the god they met was the culprit that triggered a series of events that happened around Professor Ma.

“There’s no more useful content in what you gave me,” Jumeng interrupted. “Didn’t you say that there was more that you didn’t write down?”

Listening to the discussion between Lu Yibei and Jumeng, all of the apparitions in the apartment huddled in a corner of the room and whispered amongst themselves.

“Trapping and driving humans into madness—isn’t that how some high-level urban legends hunt? Could you even call them gods?”

“Aren’t gods just high-level urban legends? Those ancient humans were probably eaten or became the god’s servants.”

“Are they preparing to hunt the god? Forget it. We just watch.”

Yibei could hear their conversations and then looked back at Jumeng.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I am different!” she defended. “I don’t hunt or trap mortals to become my believers.”

“Right.”

“Forget it. There’s no point in explaining the logistics of this to a human. If you have the opportunity to come to my domain, you will know how highly respected I am!”

“Well, we have to put this aside for now. I’ll try to find out the remaining contents of the bamboo scrolls tomorrow, and we’ll be able to find something new. By the way, are you still hungry?”

“No need! I’m not used to your human food!” Jumeng spat with a look of disgust.

“Whatever. I’ll go to sleep now.”

“Go! Go!” she waved her hands as if she couldn’t wait for him to leave.

As soon as he entered his room, Jumeng sat cross-legged on the sofa. She looked around, and after confirming that Yibei went back to his room, she pulled out a roasted duck’s neck from nowhere and put it in her mouth.

“You little things. Don’t tell him about my secret food stash!” she warned the apparitions.

“W-we know!”

Hiding a secret is much better than ending up in a god’s stomach.

Lu Yibei was lying on the bed, just about to fall asleep in a daze, when Du Sixian’s voice suddenly sounded next to his ear. He grumbled in his heart that he was about to suffer, but he couldn’t resist the sleepiness and fell asleep with his head tilted back to the headboard.

Soon, she felt as if she had fallen into a deep sea, sinking. When she felt cold on her toes, she opened her eyes, finding herself back on that familiar rooftop.

Faintly disturbing whispers remained below the city, and Sixian’s voice was exceptionally clear:

“Desolate wilderness! Straw, bones! Fan a fire, and a red flame will come! Come on!”

“Again!”

“Again, I will definitely succeed this time!”

Lu Yibei sat cross-legged on the ground and sighed helplessly.

She thought that Sixian would soon accept her fate and remain silent in the dreamscape.

However, the opposite was true.

“What the hell, Sixian? I’d like to see what tricks you have up your sleeve.”

Walking to the edge of the roof, she leaned her body forward to hear Sixian better.

All she saw was a vast sea of mist and dilapidated buildings, but a strange idea of “locate Du Sixian” was implanted in her brain, and she felt her eyes burn.

Her eyes watered up from the pain, and through her blurry vision, mist formed in front of her, and she found herself on a messy street after her vision was sent piercing through the mist.

She could see Du Sixian clearly now, and before her was a girl who was repeating a strange incantation with her gleaming fingertips.

The girl’s fluent chanting could make any class fall asleep.

She could feel her psychic energy converging at her fingertips, and with a soft exaltation of force, a tiny pillar of flame was conjured on her palm for a few seconds before dissipating.

“I… I did it! I successfully recited my first mantra!”

Meanwhile, Lu Yibei was speechless.

‘She’s practising mantras… in MY dream?’

Since she decided to do something like this under her nose, it’s only right to learn the spells that she was learning, right? An eye for an eye!

Sixian began to practise the incantation again, and Yibei closely followed every single word and every single movement she made.

“Desolate wilderness; straw, bones…”

“Desolate wilderness; straw, bones…”

Halfway through the recitation, something stirred within Yibei and took over her.

“Fan a fire, burn the rhinoceros, and shine like a fiery disaster.”

As soon as her words fell, the air around her body vibrated violently, and psychic energy quickly gathered at her fingertips, condensing into a little scarlet light.

After a brief silence, the light spread, and a deafening bang echoed through the city.

Boom!

Red flames bloomed at Lu Yibei’s fingertips like roses; terrifying heat swept through the air, and the air was burnt. White steam burst from the surroundings from the intense heat.

The firelight reflected a bright red on her cheeks, and in a trance, the girl overlooked Du Sixian condescendingly with a playful smile on her mouth.

Soon, the smile on her face faded, and exhaustion hit her like a tide. She regained control of her body, and her smile forced itself back into her usual stiffness.

‘W-what the hell?’

Noticing Sixian’s gaze in her direction, she quickly squatted down and placed herself under the guardrail of the rooftop.

‘Sixian is a member of the Night Division now, and if she sees me…’

Meanwhile, on the dilapidated streets below, Sixian raised her eyes to look at the building that seemed to stretch into the clouds.