I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Chapter 219: Are His Parents Not Talented Either?

Chapter 219: Are His Parents Not Talented Either?

After the morning classes, Lu Yibei left the university early and took the bus to Peony Street.

Looking at the receding autumn scenery of the city outside the window, he couldnt help but think of the issues he had discussed with Jumeng before.

One afternoon, a week ago.

Meng, I have a question.

What the hell? Are we that close for nicknames now?

Something was amiss. Yibei, who was always rude towards her, suddenly became more affectionate, even giving her a nickname.

Thats not what you said in bed last night, he pouted.

Thats not, she rolled her eyes, kicking Yibei away from the bed. If youre that annoyed with me, you should have asked somebody to come over to repair the air conditioner in the living room! Arent you annoyed that Im in your room every night?

Not really. I like it when you rub yourself against me, and you can do that for as long as you want, he said expressionlessly, but his mouth twitched as if it were dancing.

Oh, youre disgusting. What do you want to ask? I have a raid to get back to!

Right, ahem! He cleared his throat and sat up straight. Im about to become a full-time employee at the Night Division, and Ill be retrieving my runes. When I was thinking about it, I suddenly came up with an idea.

He intentionally spoke slowly, making sure that there was nothing strange about her expressions: What would happen if I drew runes onto an urban legend?

Is this your idea? Jumeng laughed. This is old news! This is a tried-and-true method of strengthening oneself by drawing upon runes that have been left behind by others.

So, urban legends can draw upon the powers of other runes? He thought. In other words, there is no danger in urban legends drawing runes?

Her gaze was still fixed on the computer. Under normal circumstances, runes are just like tattoos. There is no danger to it other than a little pain.

Under normal circumstances.

Thats right, she shrugged. The not-normal circumstance is when the runes an urban legend draws upon are much more powerful than their own. In that case, they will likely be replaced. If a human covers their entire body with tattoos, do they still look human to you?

So, theres a condition, he frowned inwardly. I am just an ordinary boy, so the Night Division must be reluctant to use more powerful runes for me, right? In other words, Ill be o-okay!

And one more thing, Jumeng said, raising a finger.

What is it?

When are you going to get a bigger sofa at home? That small sofa is really uncomfortable for me to sleep on.

Shui once said that a man is unhappy without a large sofa. However, he would also emphasise laying a cloth over the sofa because if it gets dirty, itll be hard to clean.

For a simple kid like me, the bed is way more comfortable than my sofa!

Just as the boy was rushing towards Peony Street in An Qings office.

An Qing was sitting in front of the computer, entering data regarding an urban legends anatomy into the file. At that moment, somebody knocked on her door.

Knock knock!

Please come in.

An Qing looked up from her screen and called out softly. The door of the office was pushed open, and Du Sixian walked in holding a pink laptop.

An Qing, is it okay for me to post this video like this?

She clicked on the videoa voluptuous woman was wearing a mask and a white coat, and next to her, there was a huge fire.

Within the fire, a vague figure struggled in pain.

The woman began speaking, Hello. Today, I will barbecue this zombie. If this gets more than 100,000 likes, I will upload a video of me eating the zombie.

The entire video was edited to have funny post-production effectssensational, exaggerated, absurd, but haunting enough to question the reality of it.

Not bad! An Qing smiled and nodded, Ill leave this to you, and once youre done uploading the video, you can go back and rest. The both of us were out too late last night.

Alright, Sixian nodded as she turned around to leave. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she stopped and asked An Qing, Wait, I have another question.

Go on.

You didnt actually eat the zombie, right?

Of course I did! Her red lips curled up slightly as she smiled.

?

Although she had known for a long time that there was no ordinary person in the Night Division, she felt that she couldnt accept the fact that her other mentor would eat other urban legends.

Just kiddinglook at you! Did I scare you that much? Go and upload the video and rest.

Right. How could her mentor do such a terrible thing? Thankfully, it was a joke! Sixian smiled as she left An Qings office.

As she left her office, it became quiet again. An Qing focused her attention on her work, picked up a blood bag from the drawer, and inserted a straw.

Silly girl, theres nothing delicious about zombies, she muttered. No blood in them at all.

Du Sixian went on several missions with An Qing. Although she was just a trainee and could not help much, she was still very tired as she was not used to the Night Divisions routines.

After passing through most of Peony Street, she came to the B&B, where she had lived for a long time. When she returned to her room, she immediately threw herself into the soft bed.

Lying on the bed as she stared blankly at the ceiling, Sixian frowned slightly.

I cant sleep now. I havent mastered the spells and incantations I learnt some time ago. I should train.

Desolate wilderness; bones, ash ignite the fires in the night, blazing brighter and brighter.

Once she finished chanting, she immediately stopped, letting the restless psychic energy within her quell. Then, she started her second incantation.

The sixteenth spell, [Desolate Flames], was destructive. She knew that if she released it at will, it might blow a hole in the ceiling.

Yes, it was quite distressing. In order to facilitate commuting, she bought this room in the B&B.

Desolate wilderness; bones, ash

Laying on the bed, having practised the mantra countless times, she suddenly felt exhaustion washing over her like a tide. Then, her vision went dark, and she fell into a restless sleep.

The biting, cool wind carried the tepid mist, slapping Sixian in the face.

She woke up, and after a brief daze, she found herself in the dreamscape that seemed to avoid her for a period of time. Looking around at the dilapidated streets, her eyes felt strange.

In the past month or so, she had only entered the dreamscape when she was practising spell number nine, Qian Lian*.

*t/n: Qian Lian literally means red-banded, usually referring to the non-venomous, red-banded snake.

At other times, when she was practising other spells like [Flow of the Earth], [Winding Vines], or [Surge], she was not able to enter the dreamscape, making her progress extremely slow.

Now that she was practising a fire-related spell and waking up in the dreamscape again, she suddenly felt enlightened.

I only enter the dreamscape when I practice fire-related spells! So, a special condition must have been triggered to allow me to enter this realm!

Thinking about this, she suddenly remembered what An Qing had said to her.

You may be a little upset when I say this, but the gap between you and a genius is imaginably big, but dont be discouraged. Legends are legends for a reason. Even if you arent as strong as them, you can still be very powerful.

Maybe you can consider specialising in a spell with a certain attribute.

Looking around the dreamscape, she couldnt help but clench her fists slightly.

Since Im here, lets practice [Desolate Flames] again.

Desolate wilderness; bones, ash ignite the fires of the night, burning brighter and brighterI cast thee, desolate flames!

As she finished reciting it, fire suddenly ignited in the palm of her hand. The fire rotated violently and formed a vortex, quickly compressing into a black hole-like fire. With its intense pull, she immediately shot it out of her hand as it fell to the ground, causing a violent explosion as thick smoke filled the air.

When Yibei arrived at the Night Division, Jiangli was already waiting at the entrance.

Seeing him, she still maintained her cold attitude, nodding towards him and saying, Come. Everything is ready.

She turned around and limped deeper into the building.

He followed closely behind, opening and closing his mouth several times. He hesitated for a while before asking, Hey, um, is it dangerous for me to draw upon runes?

Although he got a definite answer from Jumeng, he felt that there were discrepancies between her and Jianglis statements, so he wanted to ask for a different point of view.

Yes, she simply nodded.

Shit.

Every home is vulnerable to earthquakes, floods, gas leaks in the same way, anything related to psychic energy carries its own risk, she explained.

Staring at her back, he frowned and murmured, But compared to the risk of me working here in the future, its negligible.

Youre quick, Jiangli said, slowing down to match Yibeis pace. But arent you good at escaping sticky situations yourself?

Isnt that a bad thing?

Theres nothing wrong with it, she said, looking forward coldly. Of course, unless you prefer to be buried in a grand ceremony where I stick the flag of the Night Divisions owl on your grave, Ill gladly help you choose a resting place.

I think I prefer running from sticky situations.

Entering the dark, endless interiors of the Night Division, they walked past the seven offices, venturing deeper into the darkness, and both sides seemed to be littered with identical iron doors.

As they walked, he could see some silk-like shadows floating in front of him from time to time. They were like ghosts, but they didnt feel like ghosts. It just felt like a tangible wind blowing in front of him.

Following closely behind her, he silently counted the iron doors on both sides, and upon reaching the 32nd door, Jiangli stopped, produced a copper key, and opened the door.

Go in and strip. I will be inspecting your body.

He tilted his head immediately as if to confirm whether she really wanted to check him out.

Having a beautiful girl check out my body? Not bad!

As if she had guessed the thoughts in his head, she calmly closed her eyes and spoke, Put away those strange thoughts; you dont need to take off your underwear. To me, it doesnt really make any difference whether you strip or not.

The interior of the room was simple. It was clean and reminiscent of a clinic. In the room, there were a few glass cabinets, a medical bed, and a chair.

However, unlike the beds used in the hospital, there were a few restraint straps by the side of the medical bed.

This seems weird.

Its rare for us to have somebody retrieve runes. That bed was moved from the mental hospital for you to use temporarily. Now, strip and lie down. Time is precious.

How does she sound so clinical and cold? He cursed, stripping according to her instructions.

Lying down and leaning on the pillow, he stared at the ceiling in boredom. Just as he was about to say something, Jiangli pulled the restraints and tied him tightly to the bed. Under the light of the room, he saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him.

At this moment, he realised that Jiangli had not lied just now; it didnt matter if he was wearing clothes or not.

Fuck! What the hell is going to happen to me?

Preparations are done. You wait here, and Ill call the person who will help you draw upon the runes.

Arent you the one helping me?

Of course notdrawing runes is a technical job that requires a high degree of alchemy, and there are only two people in Huachengs Night Division who can do it.

After Jiangli finished speaking, she patted Lu Yibeis head gently and said, Okay, just lie down obediently. After youre done, come to my office, and Ill explain the other things to you.

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the door.

Only two? I feel bad about this.

W-wait! Who are these two people?

An Qing and Bai Kai, she said calmly before shutting the door behind her, and the room fell into a dead silence.

Bai Kai? That name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?

Fuck! Now is not the time to scare yourself!

Wait a minute, Jiangli? Jiangli! Please, come back! I dont want Bai Kai! I want An Qing! I dont want Bai Kai! I want An Qing.

He struggled against his restraints, squirming like a baby as he yelled. The door suddenly opened with a whoosh, and an illusory silver figure flashed in.

The person who came in wore a mask, a medical cape, and a protective suit. However, Yibei recognised who Bai Kai was in an instant. Those eyeshe could recognise those evil, charming, arrogant eyes from anywhere.

Yibei felt that, after his father passed away, Shui had transferred all his strange antics towards Yibei. Now that he was tied up on the bed, unable to move, almost naked, and at his mercy How messed up was that?

Bai Kai pushed in a medical trolley filled with various materials and a bottle filled with liquid nitrogen.

Kid, you want An Qing instead? Seems like you like her a lot.

Yibei simply looked down at his restraints and didnt speak. He simply nodded wordlessly.

Doesnt matter. Just think of me as An Qing, and let this ol man see how your body is developing, he said in a strange tone, tracing his chest with his fingers, causing goosebumps to erupt on his body.

Silence wasnt an option. He could no longer hold his words.

Jiangli! Help me! If you dont come back, Im going to get a gulp!

As he shouted, Bai Kai filled his mouth with a strange liquid that melted into his mouth, funnelling down his throat before he had time to react.

W-what did you do to me?

Something to make you good for me, Bai Kai muttered. I wont hurt you; its an oral anaesthetic to help ease the pain.

As he spoke, there was an uneasy and strange smile reflected in his eyes.

Hes freaking me out!

He wanted to protest but realised that the anaesthetic had taken effect and he could no longer talk.

Ah agh mm

Not enough, it seems, Bai Kai said, stuffing another oral anaesthetic down his throat.

His throat felt full, and his eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. He forced himself up slightly, and after uttering a few ahs and ohs, his vision went dark as he slumped into the bed.

His godson fell back onto the bed limply, and the room became quiet.

Seeing that he had fallen asleep, Bai Kai immediately took action. He dashed back to the door, putting his ear against it.

Confirming that there was nobody outside, he quickly placed soundproofing and psychic-concealing spells on the four corners of the room before returning to the bed.

He gently caressed his forehead, then slapped open the lid of the liquid nitrogen tank. The next moment, a spear covered with spikes with the texture of ruby flew out from the inside.

This is the core of Ifrit. In order to obtain its core, Bai Kai suffered serious injuries, which forced him to rest in his masters cave for more than half a month.

As soon as the core wrapped in frost met with the air, bursts of golden-red light shimmered instantly, melting away the thick layer of frost and filling the air with bursts of fog.

Taking advantage of this, he skillfully picked up various materials from the cart with his left hand, and silver light surged like a storm in the palm of his right hand.

Rainbow fragments, cold iron, frosted silver, glacier stones Various materials were immediately crushed into a powder as they met the light of his palm and were controlled by his psychic energy to an accuracy of 0.1mg. They were then mixed together.

When he finished, the core of Ifrit had heated up to a terrifying level and hovered in the middle of the room like a miniature Sun.

He quickly used his psychic energy to pull the crushed powder and sprinkle it on Ifrits core.

In an instant, bright flames rose into the sky, burning the spear bright red.

The spear screamed with the intense heat as if coming from the void itself.

Huge, terrifying shadows were projected out of thin air on the four walls of the room; they had two horns and hid a strong figure and an evil elf that existed only in legends.

After the last burst of dazzling light, the scattered light and shadow shrunk violently, and in an instant, all of the psychic energy was condensed and interwoven into the spear.

Holding the spear, Bai Kai took a step forward, raised his hands, and stabbed into Yibeis chest fiercely.

Letting go, he took two steps back and took out a stopwatch, starting it.

Alright lets see Do you inherit more traits from your father or that damned woman?

A soft sound of steam burst into the room, and the smell of burnt flesh and blood flooded the room.

Absorbing Ifrits core, Yibei began to twitch violently.

Jet-black liquid seemed to spurt out of his chest like a geyser, and Bai Kais eyes widened.

Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck?

Why is there so much Disaster in Beis body?

Where are his parents traits? Its over!

Bai Kai was in a panic and even considered for a moment that he had lost his godson, wondering if the Disaster Liquid had somehow seeped into his system.