I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Lu Yibei woke up drenched in sweat again. The cool breeze blew outside the window, but his sweat-soaked clothes stuck to his back.

He rubbed Acala, the Immovable’s, chest tenderly, watching the light coming through the crack of the door.

‘Dreaming in a dream? How ridiculous. She really wanted to get the message across.’

‘But did she need to make it that scary?’

He groaned and rubbed his temples, taking his phone from under the pillow to take a look.

It had been 22:01, three hours since he fell asleep. He thought of himself as somewhat mentally sane, but he felt that his mental state was about to break at any second.

The door to the room swung open, and a figure appeared at the door. The light glared, making Yibei unable to see the figure at the door.

It stood motionless at the door, and a chill ran down his back once again.

Lu Yibei immediately leaned over, grabbed the statue of Acala, the Immovable, holding it like a machine gun, and leapt off the bed.