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

[Because of my outstanding talent, I was noticed by a higher-level department in the city and promoted. My talent still shined brightly.]

[Even on the bigger stage of the city, I held my own. From superiors to colleagues, everyone praised me—and I enjoyed the attention.]

[Later, when the Monster Room picked candidates, I got selected. But for the first time in my life, I took a hit—I only placed third.]

[That’s when I realized: those people are the real top-tier geniuses. I must only be first-rate.]

[Later, after joining the Monster Room, with hundreds of people from many countries, we were being hunted by just a few dozen people from Da Han.]

[That’s when I realized: those people are the true top-tier geniuses. I must only be second-rate.]

[Today, I returned to the Monster Room to observe. I saw the geniuses of Da Han, revealing Divine Palace-level cultivation as they entered.]

[Back then, I think I was only at Divine Sea Level 8, right?]

[That’s when I realized again: they’re the real top-tier geniuses. I might only be third-rate?]

[Then that genius from Da Han—Lu Ding—transformed into a hundred-meter-tall deity. His cloth bands fluttered, black smoke billowed, he displayed the Fate-Commanding Realm, crushed hundreds with ease, and ripped the Monster Room apart with his bare hands.][Now he rides dark clouds, lines of glowing sigils all over him, his eyes glowing red—that’s the mark of death. The blade in his hand spins effortlessly, reaping lives like wheat…]

[That’s when I realized again—maybe he’s the real top-tier genius, and I…]

[Heh… maybe I don’t even count as a genius anymore…]

[But I was a genius. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have had the chance to see ‘Lu Ding’ at all.]

[The word ‘genius’ seems like just a ticket—an entry pass, a threshold. A ticket to witness Lu Ding’s grand performance, a threshold to even lay eyes on him.]

[Holding this ticket, I am both a spectator and a performer.]

[My role is in this grand battle, in this war that will be remembered for generations.]

[To help build the legend of his title—Corpse-Shattering Taishui—with my own contribution.]

[But this contribution… seems to require my life.]

In the final moments of his life,

The young man came back to himself. He looked up at Lu Ding in the sky. No one knows what belief kept him standing.

He gathered his Qi and threw a punch.

But before it landed—

A blood-red slash swept in and disintegrated him entirely.

From beginning to end, Lu Ding hadn’t even spared him a glance. It was as if he did it in passing.

But in the young man’s heart—

He felt acknowledged. And that, to him, counted as exchanging blows with Lu Ding.

At that moment, it was as if a book in the sky opened up—its pages filled with writing. And as the youth’s life ended, another stroke was added.

The Bloody Wind gathered his lingering soul and lifted it to the sky. He took his seat as a new spectator, one more audience member.

Lu Ding didn’t even know how many foreign Qi Refiners he had killed today.

All he remembered was chasing and slashing, over and over again.

Watching the fleeing crowds grow bigger—then slowly shrink.

The strong had their equals to deal with. For anyone below Formal Investigator, Lu Ding took care of them himself.

When the last of the foreign Qi Refiners disintegrated into the wind—

Lu Ding casually sat in midair.

His legs dangling down.

Blood Frost Blade resting across his knees.

He leaned back on his hands.

Even though the spot he touched was empty sky, his touch caused a ripple to spread—

As if Lu Ding weren’t sitting on thin air,

But on invisible steps.

Lu Ding looked up.

A graceful ghost hand stretched out from a red coffin, pinching a cigarette between its fingers and placing it at his lips.

Lu Ding lightly bit down on the filter.

A hand adorned with pearly rings snapped a small flame into existence and lit the cigarette.

Lu Ding didn’t move—just took a slow drag and exhaled a wisp of white smoke.

The figure who had just lit the cigarette now sat beside him.

It was the Da Han Heavenly Investigator, Mountain-Knocking Immortal Patroller—Dou Tingyu.

She rested her head on one hand, her long waterfall of hair cascading down. With her head tilted, she looked at Lu Ding and asked, “How do you feel?”

“Never smoked a cigarette lit by a Heavenly Investigator before.”

Dimples appeared on Dou Tingyu’s face—her smile utterly enchanting.

Yes, she was Heavenly Investigator level. Yes, she was ruthless. But that was for outsiders.

Lu Ding was decent. He looked good, had a good personality, and even better talent.

So naturally, she didn’t act high and mighty around him.

Heavenly Investigators are still people.

And people don’t always stay above it all.

Just like a certain billionaire surnamed Lei—still thanking viewers for gifting him “sports cars” during livestreams for his products.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Hearing this—

Lu Ding bit down on his cigarette.

He reached over and rotated his shoulder, which had been swinging a blade non-stop. “A bit sore.”

“Hahahahahaha...”

Not far away, Qiu Fu burst into hearty laughter.

Between laughs, he added, “Still gotta be you. I’ve heard you’re good at both fighting and flair. Both elegant and rugged, serious and fun. Now I’ve seen it—true.”

He looked down—his gaze spreading across the land.

The battlefield was ravaged with the aftermath of countless slashes.

Soul remnants drifted in the wind.

No one knew how many people had died.

And yet Lu Ding merely said, “A bit sore.”

If that’s not showing off, then what is?

But somehow, it didn’t feel arrogant.

Because Lu Ding really did the job—and he did it beautifully.

It’s like the top salesperson in a company—

Showing off?

Sure. Show off all you want!

“If the leaders hadn’t been up there lighting the way, I might’ve shown off right into a ditch.”

When he said that—

All three of Da Han’s Heavenly Investigators laughed.

Because it was true.

So many movies, dramas, and novels all teach the same lesson:

Background matters.

Without backing, no matter how flashy you act, it won’t end well.

Show off today, funeral tomorrow.

It’s all happened before.

“What are your plans next?”

Qiu Fu asked.

At times like this, most people would talk about their future.

But is that what a leader really wants to hear?

No.

What a leader wants is to hear that you’re available and ready.

That’s the standard answer.

The perfect answer?

Lu Ding demonstrated it with action: “Whatever you say, sir.”

After all, they lit his smoke, sat and chatted with him.

If they’re giving you face and dropping the act—Lu Ding wouldn’t be so blind as to miss it.

Qiu Fu smiled broadly.

Talking to smart people is just... easy.

But he wouldn’t give orders.

Only polite inquiry and request.

“Things might really kick off soon. Interested in joining once the battlefield is confirmed?”

“The three of us will be there. You worked great with us this time. It’ll be hard to find anyone else like you—or even a substitute.”

“If you’re with us, this war will go smoother—and look even better doing it.”