I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

On the bus back to the University.

Leaving aside the question about the number of charms, Lu Yibei asked several questions about the copper coins, one after another.

“Can I kill the urban legends on campus if I prepare accordingly?”

“The new cards in [Love and Magical Girl]—are they able to ship them over here?”

“Am I a man or a woman?”

He received tails three consecutive times, and he could confirm one thing: this was an unfair coin that leaned towards tails.

He gave up trying and leaned on the bus seat, saying, ‘It really is a special coin, being able to only produce tails that many times in a row. Maybe it can be useful in other situations, like dividing housework.’

Thinking about it, he smiled and put the coin away.

He took out his mobile phone and opened the chat in the urban legend forums, hoping to obtain some useful information.

He frowned as he scrolled through the chats, finding a person with the username [WITCH] who had been very active the last two days.They would argue over the most minute of things relating to urban legends, claiming that crabs, snakes, and toads were all immortal beings.

Of course, it wasn’t all that surprising. He has seen much, much worse discussions happen in the chatroom.

However, going through Pharoah’s and the others’ memories’, this [WITCH] person must be Du Sixian.

Lu Yibei thought for a while and then figured out the reason.

“Du Sixian is a member of the Night Division; Jiangli probably told her that she investigated Shihekou High School before, and she spilt everything she knew the night she sneaked into the school, and she will expose me too.”

After thinking about this point, Lu Yibei became faintly worried again.

“If they were to find out, things would start becoming difficult for me, but I think I should be safe for now.”

The discussions in the chat group soon became boring, and he put his phone away as he looked at the scenery outside.

On Peony Street, in the Huacheng Folk Culture Research Administration, in an office decorated like a hospital room.

Du Sixian was seated in front of a computer, with her hands typing on the keyboard faster than a cheetah. As a chronically online girl, it is natural for her to chat with fellow netizens.

After she was discovered browsing chat groups while on the job, she was surprised that Jiangli encouraged this behaviour and asked her to argue about the most absurd things in these chat groups. She felt as if she were just as at home!

Of course, Jiangli requested that she intentionally speak of wrong information in order to obtain correct information; Lu Yibei was reading the chat too, so sooner or later, he’ll report his findings to Jiangli.

“An Qing, this person said that zombies don’t have a favourite blood type. Is that true?”

“Hmm… no. I know what I like.”

The person she was arguing with kept describing things that were completely different from what An Qing knew about zombies, so it was either that he was wrong or she was wrong.

And nobody knew more about the undead than An Qing, being one herself.

“I like AB Blood a lot,” An Qing added. “This person should be a politician. He had me thinking about whether I had a blood type I liked or if I simply liked blood. Anyway, you shouldn’t concern yourself with him. Plenty of people like that on the Internet.”

“Should I investigate him? I feel like he has something to say—didn’t Jiangli mention that there are a bunch of people called the [Storytellers] who specialise in spreading rumours in order to create an urban legend?”

“A real storyteller isn’t like him,” An Qing smiled, patting her on the shoulder. “I don’t know how to explain it, but you’ll know it when you see it. If it makes you feel better, you can report this person to Jiangli. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind investigating a little bit.”

“Okay, no problem!” Du Sixian responded, typing out a response in the chat group.

[WITCH: Just you wait! I’m gonna key your car and smash your dog’s head in!]

An Qing twitched her lips when she thought of the Level B psychic item in the Huacheng warehouse that could be investigated along the network cable.

“Alright, don’t get too obsessed over your work like Jiangli,” An Qing smiled. “Come, let me train you today.”

“Ooh! New mantra?”

“No,” An Qing shook her head. “If you want to be a qualified Operator, mantras aren’t enough. You must specialise in either alchemy or physical combat. In fact, many urban legends will not give you the window to attack, so you must find a way to buy time for yourself to cast those spells. I personally don’t know much about alchemy, so I can arrange for a class for you if you’d like.”

“No, no!” she rejected. “I’m fine with learning martial arts!”

She thought that throwing bottles of potions would be boring. She wanted to fight!

Throwing the charms one by one is indeed a bit unreasonable, and the accuracy is not high, but if it can be fired in bursts like a submachine gun, that would be great!

With such an idea in mind, after getting off at the bus stop at the University, Lu Yibei did not go directly back to the apartment to start making charms. Instead, he turned around and went to the department store in the corner of the University City and found a shop in the middle of the mall.

It’s a toy store, and on display was a toy gun that mimicked a pistol.

In Bright’s memory, there were no requirements for the thickness of the charms to be effective.

‘If I can make the charm as thin as possible and shoot it using the gun, wouldn’t that be great? Plus, if I make other charms in the future, I can swap the bullets out for different bullets!’

Lu Yibei thought about it and put the selected toys on the cashier’s table.

“Thank you—one toy pistol, a figurine of a Chitose Orchid, a limited edition figurine of Bridal Orchid, and two body pillows. That will be 2,732 yuan.”

‘Damn it, since when were toy pistols this expensive?”

He walked back home in a sullen mood. He couldn’t believe he had to pay 2,732 yuan for a single toy pistol!

Anyway, it’s only two or three kilometres away; just walk back!

When he returned, he ignored Jumeng, who was watching a cooking programme and went straight upstairs.

He clearly remembered that the last time he went to Shihekou High School, there was only one core of the ghost body that he hunted, and it was stored in this coat.

After finding the coat, Lu Yibei spent a few minutes turning all the pockets of the coat upside down, and then his face gradually darkened.

‘It’s gone.’

Did I put it somewhere else and forget about it? He thought, and at this moment, a burst of cheerful laughter came from downstairs.

“Are you serious? Peanut butter and squid?”

Lu Yibei narrowed his eyes slightly, looked in the direction of the voice, and shouted in a deep voice, “Jumeng! Did you steal my cores?”

“What the…! Why are you picking a fight with me?”

“Fine! You’re hiding a core behind my back, right? Then don’t blame me for what I’m about to do! Five, four, three…”

Hearing her rushed footsteps, Yibei couldn’t help but feel like he was becoming a mom.