The Cafe: What Could a Witch Possibly Be Plotting?

"What? You say all my customers are evil gods? Absolutely not!" Mu Qiqi shook her head in denial as the Foundation's investigators questioned her. "Look, they're all very nice customers. Every time they come in, they quietly drink coffee and never cause any trouble."

The Foundation investigators looked toward the counter.

They saw a person's head sprout countless opening eyeballs.

They saw a person open a huge, demonic mouth, from which pitch-black tentacles grew.

They saw an indescribable thick fog drift out of someone's body, suffocating everyone nearby.

Countless incomprehensible, mad whispers invaded their minds.

Sanity plummeted!

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong...?"

Unable to last even a second, the Foundation investigator let out a scream and fled the cafe like a madman.

"That person was so strange. Are they sick?" Mu Qiqi shook her head helplessly, then suddenly realized something. "Could they have found out I'm a witch?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.