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

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Lu Ding turned and looked down at the furnace under his feet.

Only now, seeing the internal structure with his own eyes,

did he finally realize—

This thing was burning Taishui Ore!

So it really wasn’t a normal stove.

And combined with Feng Shang’s actions earlier—

Lu Ding, though he hadn’t yet seen the other Four Pillars Fate Gods,could now guess:

The remaining ones were inside this furnace.

It was the only explanation that fit with all the things Feng Shang had said.

He was trying to fuse with the other Four Pillars Fate Gods and go full beast mode!

If that was the plan—

Lu Ding raised his hand and unleashed wave after wave of slashes.

He hacked at the furnace.

The first slash landed—

a massive chunk blasted off, and crimson fluid sprayed out.

The remaining slashes followed, continuously slicing into the furnace.

The blood-colored liquid flowed across the ground,

gathering into little streams and blood puddles.

This scene—

felt all too familiar to Lu Ding.

He remembered the first time he activated his Golden Finger,

when he killed the Stubborn Stone of Nanshan.

Back then—

it bled the same way.

The firelight illuminated the grin on Lu Ding’s face.

Just like back then, when he killed that stubborn rock.

When the second hand finally ticked cleanly to twelve o’clock—

“ROAAARRRR!!!!”

A scream of pain echoed from the furnace.

Lu Ding grinned wider:

“That’s it. That’s the sound I was waiting for!!!”

His nictitating membrane slid open.

Talismans climbed across his eyes, forming a gear-like structure,

rotating deep in his pupils.

Click... click... click...

Three full turns.

Lu Ding’s Spiritual Qi reserves were down to a third—

but just those three rotations from the Eye of Direct Sight

drained him to his last bit of sea,

barely the size of a single river’s worth of flow.

A strange ripple spread from his gaze.

On the cracked surface of the furnace,

mold-like growths began to creep and spread rapidly.

Inside the flame-world of the furnace—

a creature with a human torso and serpent tail climbed swiftly.

It looked up.

Lu Ding looked down.

Their eyes met.

Lu Ding crooked his finger:

“Come.”

The nictitating membrane drew back, moistening his eyeball.

The sight made Calamity Star freeze on the spot.

Then, mimicking what it saw,

it too pulled back its nictitating membrane.

But by then—

the mold had already reached the furnace mouth.

It spread downward along the walls,

smothering the rising flames until they weakened further and further.

That suffocating sense of death approached.

Originally trying to rise, Calamity Star began to retreat—step by step.

The mold continued to spread downward.

Wherever it passed, divinity vanished, flames extinguished.

The Taishui Ore lost all spiritual essence.

The survival space within the furnace rapidly shrank.

Until finally, it was pinned into a single square foot of space.

The mold climbed up its body.

Contamination. Aging. Distortion. Collapse. Disintegration...

The half-human, half-serpent Calamity Star thrashed violently in the cooling furnace,

chunks of flesh and meat falling off.

Foul black blood splattered across the stove.

Lu Ding’s smile didn’t fade—

in fact, it grew even wider.

He simply stood there, quietly watching it all happen.

Without Feng Shang’s guidance.

Without Mourning Garb’s fusion assistance.

This was just a newborn monster.

To Lu Ding—

just another plaything to brutally slaughter.

All bark, no bite.

Its terror would’ve only begun after seeing the sky,

upon returning to the heavens.

Maybe—if it had fused with Feng Shang,

it would’ve become something truly terrifying.

But Lu Ding—

would never give it the chance to emerge.

Would never give Feng Shang the chance to fuse.

When fighting an enemy, you finish the job. No exceptions.

“ROAAARRRRR!!!!”

Its final scream.

Calamity Star’s body swelled,

as if something inside were constantly squirming.

Then—

BOOM!!!

The body exploded.

Black blood sprayed everywhere.

A pool of pus and rot was all that remained.

That was the power of the Eye of Direct Sight.

Brutal. Ruthless.

But... not exactly elegant.

If Lu Ding hadn’t already been blown up by the Kitchen God—

he might have chosen a more stylish death for Calamity Star.

At least something... visually pleasing.

Not this.

Rotted in the furnace. Stank up the furnace.

【Contained Creature: Calamity Star】

【Containment Reward: Calamity Star Year-Fixing Pillar】

【Calamity Star Year-Fixing Pillar: Fixes the Year, Severs Kinship】

Calamity Star.

There is a record in Mingdao Magazine:

Scholar Yang Guobao, a native of Xingyang, was renowned for his literary talent. During the Yuanyou era, he served as a judge in Kaifeng. His household of over ten people… nearly all died, and Yang Guobao himself perished in the end.

It began when his widowed sister came to live with him, bringing along a kitchen maid.

One day, the maid suddenly fell into a mad state—rambling nonsense all day, her words strange and vicious.

At one point, she piled dirt into the shape of a grave and wept beside it.

Everyone thought this was a terrible omen and urged Yang to send her away,

but Yang Guobao, being too kind, refused.

Anyway, to summarize:

There was a man named Yang Guobao from Xingyang, an official in Kaifeng.

His widowed sister moved in with him, bringing a servant girl.

Then one day, the girl went nuts—raving day and night. Saying things like “your father’s father is called ‘mother’.” Like—what?!

Brain fried. Totally gone.

And she wasn’t just babbling—she started piling up dirt into little graves and crying next to them.

People said, “She’s a goner. Just kick her out, no point wasting rice on her.”

But Yang Guobao said, “No, we must be kind.”

What happened next?

He dreamt of a snake with a human head wearing a hat.

The snake looked at him and asked,

“What’s your father’s father called?”

Yang Guobao thought, “That’s easy.”

He proudly shouted: “Grandfather!”

The snake’s expression darkened instantly—

“Get lost! You dare call me family?! You think you deserve to be related to me?”

“Your father’s father is called ‘mother’—and you didn’t even know that?! Dumb as rocks!”

Shortly after, Yang Guobao’s entire family died.

That’s the story of Calamity Star.

As for this Year-Fixing Pillar that severs kinship—

Lu Ding had his own interpretation after receiving it.

For example:

If he used the Calamity Star Year-Fixing Pillar on someone, he could shout—

“Your mom is dead. Don’t believe me? Go check.”

As long as the target’s mother wasn’t stronger than Lu Ding,

she’d absolutely suffer a blood-related catastrophe.

Whether she survived depended on her luck.

Then, when the enemy found out their mom actually died—

they’d turn around in a fury and scream at Lu Ding.

That’s when he’d drop the second line:

“Your dad’s dead too.”

What’s the function of this thing, exactly?

Well... it’s pretty messed up, but also weirdly awkward.

For a moment, Lu Ding honestly couldn’t understand

why Feng Shang took it so seriously.

But then—he remembered the words of Uncle Crooked Mouth:

“One look, and he was a Heaven-Cursed Lone Star.”

So, by cultivating Calamity Star,

Feng Shang’s Heaven-Cursed fate would be weakened.

That’s why he valued it so much.

Lu Ding looked over the Golden Finger’s list of rewards.

Mourning Garb fixed time,

Calamity Star fixed the year—

Then Hanging Guest and Wild-Haired One must fix day and month.

It had to be a set. No doubt.

At that moment—

Lu Ding wanted to collect the full set.

He glanced around.

Where were Wild-Haired and Hanging Guest hiding?!

But before he saw them,

he spotted the two Deputy Leaders of the Tianli Cult,

their faces bruised and tied up in ropes—

completely wrecked by Director Chu.

At this point, Director Chu’s face was practically beaming.

Finally—he’d caught some big fish.

Before, they were slippery like eels.

Sure, he beat them, but they always got away.

Today though—

he got them both.

This was a catch-and-lock. A slam dunk.

With the Deputy Leaders in hand,

how far away could the main leader of the Tianli Cult be?!

Pull the carrot, bring up the roots—take the whole pot in one scoop.

That moment was now.

At the same time—

In the secret tunnel leading from Huokang Village to the outside world,

a group of Cultivators of Qi from the village were preparing to flee.

Earlier, when Feng Shang had been seriously wounded,

he had secretly sent them a message:

“I might not make it,

but you all can.

Run.

Forget everything about this place.

Forget what you did.

Forget me.

Find somewhere no one will discover you—

and live a normal life.”