First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!

At the center of the building complex.

The first rays of the morning sun slid down the edge of the towering structure, casting warmth upon the land that had just emerged from the darkness.

The soil bulged upward.

Was it the birth of something new?

No!

It was the arrival of death.

Boom!!

Two figures burst out from beneath the ground, sending bricks and dirt flying.

Bathed in sunlight, Lu Ding felt warmth.Count Federer, on the other hand, wasn’t faring so well—he was smoking.

The golden morning light struck his body like the first snowfall meeting a warm sun, melting him away inch by inch.

Thick black smoke rose from his back.

Chunks of flesh and skin burned into wisps of black mist, scattering into the air.

A powerful hand grabbed his throat.

Lu Ding hovered midair.

In his grasp, Count Federer thrashed and screamed in agony.

“AAAHH!!! Stop... stop letting the sunlight hit me!!! You filthy Eastern Cultivator of Qi!!!”

Watching the vampire struggle in his grasp, Lu Ding tightened his grip and lifted him high, holding him steady in the sun’s direct glare. Occasionally, he even flipped him over—to ensure an even roast.

“Hahahahahahaha! What a warm and wonderful sunlight, Count Federer! You’ve never felt it before, have you? Well, enjoy it today! Let me hear more of your delightful screams!”

Holding a vampire under the sun was almost like grabbing a person and roasting them alive over a fire.

Why “almost”?

Because the sun’s lethal effect on vampires was even more severe than fire’s effect on human flesh.

Yes.

Lu Ding had many ways to kill him.

But why let him die so quickly and painlessly?

Where’s the fun in that?

A dull life needed creative ways to make things interesting.

Being an Investigator was Lu Ding’s job.

And he liked his job.

Every time a vicious, bloodthirsty monster screamed and howled in agony under his hands, Lu Ding felt deep in his soul—this job was simply amazing!!!

Hiding, always hiding—nineteen years of hiding!

Having a golden cheat ability but being unable to use it—it was like getting an offer from a top company, but they never let you start working.

Every single day, you waited for the call, but they always told you, ”No rush, we’ll call you in when it’s time.”

Every day, you struggled to survive, yet still clung to hope, telling yourself:

”I have a cheat! I’m a transmigrator! I’m destined for greatness!!”

”I am the f**king best!!!”

But reality crushed him again and again, telling him—

”Your cheat doesn’t work. There are no monsters.”

Giving someone hope, only to let reality tell them hope is nothing but an illusion.

As the saying goes—

”I could have endured the darkness, if only I had never seen the light.”

If Lu Ding had just been an ordinary transmigrator with memories, he could have lived well relying on his past-life knowledge.

But instead—

From the very start, he knew he had a cheat ability.

And yet, he began as a helpless orphan, struggling alone in a world where his understanding of reality was already set in stone.

But all of that—was over.

There was no time to mourn an ordinary past.

Now standing on the stage was—

A transmigrator.

The warden of a cheat-powered monster prison.

A fast climber to the top.

An intern investigator of the 749 Bureau.

The man known as—Corpse-Shattering Taishui!

Lu~~ Ding!!!!

BOOM!!!

With a powerful squeeze—

The sun-scorched Count Federer met his end in Lu Ding’s grasp.

Black smoke dispersed.

“Oops, my apologies, ‘noble’ Count Federer~ I made your death rather undignified.

There’s no underworld here, no heaven either—just the legend of hell.

Since you died in the Han Empire, you’ll have to walk the Road to the Underworld, cross the Bridge of Helplessness, ascend the Terrace of Longing, and drink a bowl of Meng Po’s Soup before you reincarnate.”

“When you reach the Terrace of Longing, don’t waste time reminiscing about your pathetic homeland.

Instead—take one last look at me, still standing here, still powerful and glorious.

My name is Lu Ding.

And in this lifetime, I’m the one who killed you.”

“‘Noble’? Hahahahahahahahaha…!!”

Lu Ding couldn’t help but find the word hilarious.

A noble?

A noble whose bones didn’t even remain.

【Monster Contained: Vampire】

【Containment Reward: Blood Rain Technique】

【Blood Rain Technique: The sky weeps cursed blood, a forbidden power. Wherever blood rains, you rule. In the crimson storm, you are king.】

Normally, this would be where the cheat system ended its notifications.

But this time, the prompt didn’t vanish.

Instead, new text appeared.

【Wind-Fixing Art—Ready. Blood Rain Technique—Ready.】

The two spells faded, began merging, and finally—

A new spell was born.

【Spell: Gale of Blood and Gore】

【Your arrival is always heralded by a gale of blood and gore. The wind rips through souls, the rain melts flesh and bone.】

Staring at his new spell, Lu Ding knew—

He had grown even stronger.

The sunlight shone bright, golden rays cascading down.

Lu Ding launched himself into the air, soaring up sixty stories in an instant.

He grabbed Jia Yuanfang and vanished into the distance.

The vampire problem—solved.

Now, it was time to deal with Cao Yuan of Caojia Alley.

The crime of trafficking funerary artifacts—not too big, not too small.

Tomb raiders and grave robbers were groups that the Han Empire’s laws strictly cracked down on.

But for Cultivators of Qi, grave-digging was often unavoidable.

Burrowing through the earth, seeking ancient relics—many Cultivators of Qi made their living off this trade.

So in the Legal Management Act for Cultivators of Qi and ordinary people—

The punishment scale was a little different.

If the deceased was a Cultivator of Qi, and another Cultivator of Qi robbed the grave—

That was simply natural selection. The Cultivators’ community could settle it internally, as long as it didn’t affect ordinary people.

But—

If the deceased was an ordinary person, and a Cultivator of Qi robbed their grave—

Then enjoy prison.

The first law of Cultivators of Qi:

No matter what you do, you may not infringe upon the rights of ordinary people.

Two societies.

Two worlds.

A complete and total divide.

Cultivators of Qi must not leech off ordinary people, draining their resources to survive.

If strict laws weren’t in place to regulate this, just imagine—

You’re a billionaire, sleeping soundly in your mansion.

Then one day, in the middle of the night, you feel someone in your room.

You open your eyes—

A random young man is standing by your bed, saying:

”I need money. Give me money, give me money, give me money...”

You curse him out, calling him a lunatic—

He scoffs and says, ”You don’t know what’s good for you. You should feel honored.”

You think to yourself, I’m a big-time businessman—who the hell dares to rob me?

And then—he casts a spell on you.

Next thing you know, you’re willingly transferring your entire fortune to him.

Decades of hard work—gone in an instant.

At that point, what’s even the point of being an ordinary person?

You’re nothing but fodder.

At the end of the day, Cultivators of Qi originate from ordinary people.

Protecting the rights of ordinary people ensures that more Cultivators of Qi will continue to emerge.

This is one of the core reasons the 749 Bureau exists.

Now, Caojia Alley’s illegal trafficking of funerary artifacts—

This violates the balance between ordinary people and Cultivators of Qi.

And they’re even selling them overseas.

Calling it treason wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

What are funerary artifacts?

Cultural relics.

If they stay buried underground, that’s one thing.

We don’t go digging up people’s ancestral graves at random—

Because if you dig up someone else’s, how can you be sure your own won’t be next?

But if these artifacts surface, then we have a responsibility to confiscate them.

And if we can’t catch the perpetrators or recover the artifacts—

At the very least, they should remain within the country.

But selling them abroad?

What the hell are they trying to do?!