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

After thousands of years of trials—

Now.

There may be many peoples in the world who are called warrior nations.

But in truth, there is only one real warrior nation!

It has nothing to do with external factors.

It’s the genes in their bodies that determine: under the heavens, the people of Da Han are the ones who crave battle the most.

Let’s take a simple example.

In other countries, very few people reflect on or review their fights or arguments afterward. Even if they do—

It’s often only when they’ve lost.

But Da Han people? Whether they win or lose, they always reflect on their own shortcomings.They’ll blame themselves for not performing better in a quarrel—“I should’ve hit that weak point with sharper words, why didn’t I say it back then?”

Or, after winning a fight, the cheering is normal—but later that night, lying in bed in the dead of night,

Their eyes snap open!

“D**n it, I should’ve punched him right in the face! I should’ve smashed his face in with my knuckles!”

“Not just shoved him.”

“That was too soft. No impact!”

“D**n it, I didn’t go all out!”

Another example: a bunch of close friends get drunk and start bragging. One guy goes, “I’m gonna take over the world.”

In this day and age, is that even appropriate?

Of course not.

The word “conquer” doesn’t suit today’s era.

But!

Not a single Da Han person would say the idea was wrong.

They’d just scoff, “You think you’re worthy? Who the h*ll do you think you are? Blowing hot air.”

This is the plain, unfiltered version of “Are kings and generals born special?”

Whether it’s the trembling before a fight or the obsession with watching the drama unfold, it all shows one thing: Da Han’s gene pool is born for battle.

The former trembles from the thrill of upcoming combat.

The latter is a subconscious desire to join the fray.

So, when you say the words “start a war”—

Those two words are the sound of the battle horn blowing!

Crack open a history book—and it’s war time!!

Qiu Fu threw a punch. Cold winds followed. A wave of icy air froze the Mianlan Heavenly Investigator solid—and with one punch,

The ice sculpture shattered.

The Mianlan Heavenly Investigator—dead!!!

That punch was a declaration of intent.

It had been years since a large-scale multinational conflict erupted.

“If today’s events have lit the flames of war—”

“Then don’t let them go out!!”

“Do you know what the higher-ups told us?”

As Qiu Fu spoke, his aura surged, snowflakes swirling in the sky.

He answered himself, word by word:

“They said, worst case—we sink Taisland, smash Weigao, and go head-to-head with the Bald Eagle!”

Ordinary people will not be involved. Peaceful lives must not be disturbed.

But Qi Refiners can draw the battle lines.

And redefine the weight of global influence.

As Qiu Fu’s words fell, the three Heavenly Investigators of Da Han struck again.

The remaining foreign Heavenly Investigators went pale with fright.

The Banqing Nation’s Heavenly Investigator could hardly believe his ears.

He shouted, “Madmen! You Da Han people are all mad!!!”

“You’re trying to start a world war among Qi Refiners!!!”

“Countless Qi Refiners will die on the battlefield because of your actions today!!”

Dou Tingyu attacked fiercely. She grabbed him with one hand, her slender fingers wearing a violet poison-sting ring.

The sharp tips slowly sank into his flesh.

Dou Tingyu’s red lips parted slightly. Her voice was soft and calm: “I believe when the Qi Refiners of Da Han’s 749 Division hear someone has dared provoke Da Han, they’ll all have the same answer—kill!!”

As she spoke—

She yanked hard, tearing out the Banqing Investigator’s throat and holding it in her hand.

Watching the clarity in his eyes fade into chaos,

Dou Tingyu continued, “When that time comes, we so-called warmongers will be at the front line. If anyone has to be buried on the battlefield, let us be buried first.”

“If you’ve got the guts.”

“Death is not our end—you’ll see that our will lives on.”

“Our blood will write banners marked with the word ‘death’—for future Han warriors to raise high!!”

Yes, war is cruel.

But without it, others will test you endlessly, suppress you, bully you, and eventually devour you piece by piece.

So—when they reach out a hand,

Cut it off.

That way, no one will ever dare covet what’s yours again.

Status, dignity—true peace bought by force has never come without bloodshed.

In the skies above, a Heavenly Investigator fell.

Beneath the heavens—

Lu Ding stood suspended midair, black smoke trailing him, gripping his bloodstained cloth as icy blood droplets flung upward.

Slash after slash rained down, imbued with the Jinche Dao—cutting through all things.

One by one, foreign Qi Refiners died by his hand.

Behind him, souls upon souls gathered, like a mountain of phantoms, audience seats rotating.

In this battle of life and death, Lu Ding was the biased judge—ruling the lives of every non–Da Han Qi Refiner.

Life and death. Reincarnation never ends. We live. They die.

“Hahahahahahaha...”

In his high spirits, Lu Ding’s wild, arrogant, and unmistakable laughter echoed across the battlefield.

Foreign Qi Refiners ran for their lives in fear.

Each strike that fell shook the air with thunderous noise—as if hammering their retreat drums.

Boom—boom—boom...

One man chasing a crowd, killing as he went.

The scene turned stranger by the second.

Up ahead, over a hundred foreign Qi Refiners ran frantically, kicking up dust—their ranks swelling fast.

In the middle, Lu Ding alone, twirling his blood-red long blade, cutting down strike after strike. The breeze around his body blew the dust back apart.

At the rear, Da Han’s Qi Refiners followed in his wake, kicking up dust again—cleaning up the enemies Lu Ding hadn’t finished off,

As well as the overly tough Formal Investigators.

The scene was bizarre beyond belief.

Yet the people below weren’t Heavenly Investigators—most of them couldn’t even fly properly.

An aerial strike against a ground-bound force?

That’s straight-up bullying.

As the retreating crowds grew,

Many didn’t even know why they were running.

Black clouds pressed from above. Winds howled. The bloody wind screamed, carrying a chilling laughter.

As it closed in—

Those who didn’t understand finally saw why.

A man with glowing red eyes spun his long blade, slashing out waves of thick, bloody energy.

It didn’t matter who you were, what country you came from, or what realm you were in—as long as you were on the ground,

You were getting hacked into pieces.

Everyone who died under his blade was once a proud genius from another nation—everyone except Da Han.

Seeing this—

A young man froze, collapsing on the spot from fright.

The bloody wind hit him head-on. In that brief daze, his mind reeled with memories.

An inner monologue echoed:

[I am a genius from Annan Nation. I was born in a county town in Annan. I was always smart. My neighbors all said I was a prodigy.]

[At seventeen, I awakened by chance. I joined Annan’s national forces. From a genius among ordinary people, I became a genius among Qi Refiners.]