I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Chapter 10: Who The F*ck Are You Calling Friend

Student Apartments of the Faculty of Arts, dorm room No. 3024

This is a very ordinary four-person dormitory. Four multifunctional apartment beds are in the space next to the corridor, and the balcony and bathroom are lined with white tiles facing the window. The dormitory was clean and simple, which was a luxury for most students.

To Lu Yibei, this was much better than the dingy hospital room he had to live in for almost two years.

When he entered the dormitory, there were already three beds that were occupied. However, his roommates werent in the dormitory.

After briefly walking around the dorm, he went to the door and bowed at the senior who was waiting at the door, My bad. I dont need your bedding.

Lu Yibei regarded his senior as someone who was warm and kind, but it seems that the entire act was so that he could sell him bedsheets for his dorm!

Ah, no worries. It isnt that expensive, and well help you set it up. Besides, he paused as he stretched his arms out. Youll be staying here for a long time, no? If you buy from me, Ill surely look after you.

Lu Yibei frowned upon hearing this. Empty promises like that meant nothing to him. He still remembers that after subscribing to his high schools newspaper, he only received one issue and has yet to receive his second issue.

He naively waited an entire semester before realizing that his seniors had tricked him!

I assume you being silent means youre thinking about it?

Wait, I dont need it.

Why not? the senior pouted. You came here empty-handed! Where will you sleep at night? Come on, just pay us; well take care of everything for you.

Lu Yibei remained silent before raising his finger and pointing out the window, and saying, There. That apartment. Didnt you say that apartment was pretty good too?

The senior raised his head and saw the apartment he was pointing at.

Of course, its good; its the most expensive apartment in town! Anyways, regarding your bedding-

No.

Lu Yibei left the senior alone. He thought Shui was annoying, but this senior was on another level.

Damn it, the senior scratched his head. Dear, Im useless, arent I?

The lights in the corridor flickered slightly.

Honey, youll sell one soon. Dont worry about it.

The shadow behind the senior whispered in his ear, and it fell silent.

After leaving the apartment, Lu Yibei felt his eyes itching. He looked at his front camera and realized that his entire eyeball was red as if he were bleeding from the eye.

He didnt want to wait any longer, so he hailed a taxi and went straight to the hospital closest to the university.

He hurriedly registered and went into the consulting room, having to endure his doctor saying that young people never take care of themselves and reap what they sow.

Standing in front of the hospital gate, Lu Yibei frowned and muttered to himself, I didnt sleep well, apparently.

Looking at the medicine in his hand, he shrugged: That makes no sense. I had a good nights rest for more than a week, except for last night.

Five past twelve in the morning

The night was as dark as ink.

You couldnt see where the rain was coming from. A thick fog enveloped Huacheng in its embrace, and two or three lights shone dimly in the gaps of the dense fog.

Lu Yibei felt something cold wash over him, and he jolted awake.

He opened his eyes, surprised to find that he was wearing pyjamas and was barefoot, standing on the roof of a high-rise building. The ground was like a mirror, reflecting him. The puddles of mirror-like water felt cool under his feet.

The sky was covered in dark clouds, and he couldnt tell whether or not it was dawn or dusk.

The high-rise buildings in front of him seemed to have eroded over the years, and the surfaces of the buildings were covered with a layer of dark red stains.

The dense fog floated gently between buildings like wandering souls.

He could smell the faint, sickly aroma of car exhaust in the air, and a strong breeze forced him backwards slightly. His hair flung across his face, and the winds rushed past his ear.

Im in a dream.

However, it all felt too real. He felt that he was in the middle of an apocalypse, and he found shelter on top of this building.

He reached out and pinched his face, pulling hard.

Ouch!

Damn it, why did I pull so hard?

Lu Yibei grinned at his own stupidity, and in the corner of his vision, he saw a girl in a red dress.

The girl seemed unreal; her shape was vague, and she looked familiar.

It was as if he were looking at his own shadow.

She sat on the edge of the roof and gazed into the distance. Her slender legs were wrapped in matching armoured boots, and the wind made her hair dance gently in its breeze.

Q: While dreaming, what should one do when he encounters a mysterious girl?

A: Get the hell away! Dont even look at her!

Before Lu Yibei could do anything, he felt someone slap his face, and there was a burning pain in his cheek.

Damn it, I dont wanna look at her! Stop!

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Lu Yibei had been jolted awake once again, forcing his blindfold off. However, when he wanted to get up, he found a small, delicate foot wrapped in black silk, wearing brown leather shoes, stepping on his chest.

His eyes trailed up the figures slender calf, passing over the figures well-proportioned thigh before looking below him.

Thank god, Im not hard.

Wait! Whats going on?! Am I getting robbed? A break-in? Room service?

This is absolutely not safe for work, no matter how you look at it! Wont this turn lewd at a moments notice?

However, Lu Yibei quickly realized that she was not here for that but rather to send him into the afterlife.

He could see that her small, pristine hand was holding a pistol, and he heard a loud click as she pointed the muzzle at his head.

He gulped as he raised his hands tremblingly. W-wait, my friend! Were the same! Dont shoot me, please! I have been nothing but a good citizen! I love my country!

Shut up! she shouted. Before he could say anything else inappropriate, she smashed the butt of the gun on his neck, and he only had time to groan before passing out.

Who the hell are you calling your friend?