I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

The Witch began to spew garbage out of her mouth for hours on end, making sure to keep her terrifying knife against his neck as she began speaking things he had never heard before.

“This village is ancient. At the time, a group of soldiers were ordered by the king to take a hundred boys and girls into the mountains to appease the gods.”

“Get to the point,” she urged, pressing the knife into his throat.

“Uh, once they found the god…”

“They were bestowed with ancient knowledge, correct?”

“Well… They found that the god was dying, so…”

“So they got greedy and imprisoned the god. Next.”

“They used the mountains and rivers to imprison it, but they themselves were imprisoned as the god cursed them.”

“Already knew this, next.”

“How do you know so much?” The old man was doubtful. You know so much, and yet you’re still alive? 

“If I told you I was a god, would you believe me?”

Glancing at the seemingly ordinary girl, if it weren’t for her knife, he wouldn’t have thought twice about her.

Surely, this cannot be a god.

Yibei became impatient. Jumeng had already told her everything she needed to know.

“We won’t get anywhere with this arrangement. Now, let me ask, and you will answer. How did you become a priest, and what did you do?”

“Well…”

There are strict conditions for becoming a priest—only villagers who have had no physical deformities since birth and suffer from no mental problems.

This may seem simple, but this village suffered from curses and vigorous incest, so things like these were considered miracles.

Almost every newborn was deformed and held the characteristics of a snake.

“Strictly speaking, there are no normal people in our village anymore.”

“Elaborate.”

The old man wordlessly took off his clothes, only for the girl to yell back, “Hey! Why are you taking off your clothes? Are you taking advantage of me because I’m a girl? I’ve already seen everything I needed to see before!”

He has been to a bathhouse before, and he has seen everything he has needed to see. Quite literally.

“Young lady, look at me.”

“Nope!”

“Look.”

Peeking through her fingers, her pupils shrank slightly.

The old man’s frail body was covered with threads of fabric. With every single breath, something shone within his body.

“What happened to you?”

“This is what happens to normal people.”

He lowered his head as he spoke.

As soon as a normal newborn is born, they have no chance to spend time with their mother since the Old Lady will come and pay them a visit.

The Old Lady will take them to the ancestral hall and put them in the cellar under the hall.

The cellar was strangely large, connected to countless tunnels, and even looked upside down. It had narrow passages that extended in all directions, and they were twisted because they were steep. The only way you could navigate the cave systems was by crawling like a snake.

The babies are fragile, and if they were to remain in this cellar, the chances of survival would be extremely low. The majority of them die, and the cellar is filled with tiny skeletons.

If one is lucky enough to survive, the Old Lady will return them to their families, but the nightmare that accompanies them has just begun.

“Who is this Old Lady you keep talking about?”

“Well, she originally was the bride who was sacrificed to the gods. Our ancestors tried to appease our god and sent him brides for many years. However, those bridges will return as Old Ladies, and they all lived in the ancestral hall.”

Well, that seems unfair. Did they even obtain consent from either party?

As she thought of it, the old man continued the story.

The babies who survived will have a lot of knowledge in their minds that a baby should never possess—knowledge of mysterious, ancient texts that tell of obscure knowledge no longer existing in the outside world.

Once this comes to their conscious mind, they will begin to have nightmares every night, being thrown into the dark cellar as they crawl deeper and deeper into the darkness.

There were many filthy creatures that could not be seen, crawling endlessly in the dark maze.

Soon, the figures will become clearer, revealing strange faces covered in blasphemous scales and whispers manic enough to drive one crazy.

“Whispers? Maybe it’s god trying to communicate with them. Or talking snakes, like in Harry Potter! Sorry, you probably don’t know what Harry Potter is.”

After a short silence, Yibei asked, “Do you know what the whispers were saying?”

“N-no. You don’t want to hear it. I can’t speak it in human language.”

“Just say it.”

Hearing this, the old man stared straight into her body, and he opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp, yellow teeth and a forked tongue.

The tongue slithered across his mouth, whispering an unknown language from the depths of his throat.

And Yibei miraculously understood everything.

“A serpent god from a distant plane is trying to fade away its cursed, immortal soul. Normal humans cannot live a normal life, while the queer ones live a normal life,” she whispered.

“H-how did you understand that? How is that possible?”

“I told you. I’m a god.”

T/N: We’ve reached the 200th chapter! I’d like to thank all the readers who have stuck with me on this novel up to this point 🙂