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

Such a scene inevitably made the people of Jade Cauldron Mountain, Qi, Lu, and other nations tremble, their hearts secretly pounding in terror.

Good thing, good thing, they held back.

Otherwise.

What had just happened to the Divine Sword Sacred Lord would have been their fate just now!!!

The Profound Nether Cult Leader’s head was still on the stone table before Lu Ding, muttering faintly, with only a final breath of life left.

And the Divine Sword Sacred Lord died right before their eyes.

The fear in that was already beyond words.

Now the Great Han was mobilizing troops against the Divine Sword Holy Land.

Compared to the earlier swift and devastating annihilation of the Profound Nether Cult—which they had only heard about—the destruction of the Divine Sword Holy Land was about to unfold right in front of them.

At this point.Everyone except the Great Han felt as if they were trapped in a long, drawn-out nightmare.

It had come too suddenly.

The Great Han, which had been suppressed in this region, unable to move or find a way to break free, had suddenly emerged from its predicament, towering above everyone else...

The humiliations of the past now faced the retribution of today, arriving all too quickly...

As Elder Shui raised Lu Ding’s hand to issue the command, Secretary Qiu gave the order to spread the word, and soon the news of the military deployment reached the front lines, straight to the army.

One by one, the Great Han’s steel flood and human weapons stirred to life, flowing inexorably toward the Divine Sword Holy Land.

This battle.

The Great Han would not let Lü Mountain help.

The Great Han would fight it alone!!!

Lü Mountain’s power, capable of restraining other national forces, was more than enough.

The Great Han didn’t like things gained without effort.

With the completion of the handover ceremony and announcements, one photo after another was taken, spread through the Great Han’s official media to countless households.

That day.

Lu Ding’s name rang loud once more across the Great Han!!!!

Lu Ding’s remarks and videos were excerpted, selected, and published on the news.

Compared to other nations’ boldness or subtlety.

The Great Han had its own... awkwardness.

It couldn’t say “love.”

It had to say “I hate you.”

Only by tearfully shouting how much they hated someone could they hint at how much they loved them.

The same went for other matters.

If you wanted to say the Great Han was holding its head high, if you wanted to say the Great Han was strong, you couldn’t just say how proud and carefree the Great Han was.

You had to say to what universally known extent the Great Han had been pushed into a corner, how it had developed in the mud, and how it had endured until today.

But you couldn’t use overly ornate language or too many words.

Because that would only backfire.

Exactly, Lu Ding’s line.

“Give my Great Han a place to stand, a tile to shelter its head—how else could it rule a territory of ten thousand miles!”

Perfectly explained everything.

The universally known history lay hidden in subtlety and bloodline, requiring no further words.

A single phrase hitting the mark was the finishing touch.

Just as without reading history or the Three Kingdoms, one could hardly understand the sentiment behind “Oh vast heavens, why are you so cruel to me.”

So.

In the official media’s released video, Lu Ding speaking those words seemed to glow in the tear-filled eyes of most Great Han people.

The Great Han, to this day, was only a hundred years old.

Those who had lived through those hard times were still around.

Just one sentence pulled them back to the past.

On various short-video apps, one video after another went viral. On various search platforms, entries related to Lu Ding filled the top ten.

In one popular video, a girl appeared on screen, narrating.

“My grandfather was one of the pioneering veterans of the Great Han back in the day. When he saw the video of Grand Duke Lu, he couldn’t help but tear up, standing for a long time by the window. In the swirling smoke was his memories. He put down his cigarette, but he couldn’t put down the memories of those years.”

Another young man, holding his family elder’s mottled treasured blade, spoke with pride and honor, recounting his elder’s glorious deeds of the past. Finally, he revealed his own enlistment notice, slung the elder’s treasured blade over his back, smiled at the camera, and gave a clumsy salute.

Behind the young man, his elder’s portrait smiled, watching the torch passed on.

The Great Han authorities also took this opportunity to release the news that Lu Ding would soon be dispatched to Lü Mountain for exchanges, also announcing to the world the formal establishment of diplomatic relations between Lü Mountain and the Great Han.

Although they didn’t explicitly state Lü Mountain’s strength or just how powerful it was, they briefly mentioned that Lü Mountain far surpassed the Great Han.

Both to deter petty villains and to highlight Lu Ding’s importance and contributions.

For meritorious officials, unless secrets forced concealment, the Great Han never hid them. The nation needed such people to step forward, to let everyone know who was bearing the heavy load for the current good life!

You don’t have to be grateful, you don’t have to be impressed, but having seen him, you’re expected to recognize him. If you meet him, you’re expected to respect him.

Because he contributed to the Great Han, he deserves it.

Finally, the scene of Elder Shui raising Lu Ding’s arm was frozen in the frame, accompanied by simple but not simplistic descriptions of their backgrounds. Both had risen from the grassroots.

As if subtly telling everyone: This is the Great Han. Now the Great Han is about to enter a period of vigorous development—full of opportunities and chances. As long as you have a specialty, even if you’re born at the grassroots, there’s a chance to rise.

The Great Han people loved grassroots-rising stories, but loved though they might, most understood that heroes were as numerous as carp crossing a river, and even the elite among elites struggled to advance. Ordinary folks couldn’t possibly have smooth sailing to prominence.

But that didn’t stop them from yearning and worshipping those two figures who had successively rescued the Great Han from fire and water.

Although the meaning of “motivational” had gradually taken on a less pleasant connotation, at this moment, seeing this content, the Great Han citizens were all fired up.

Judgment didn’t rest on success or failure—opportunity was right under their feet, the path was made by walking. The Great Han’s upcoming vigorous development was the opportunity. How to walk the path—they’d only know after stepping out!!!!

Whether it was the Great Han of the past or the Great Han of today, there was never mandatory military service, but these videos, materials, and news were more effective than any recruitment ad.

The Great Han’s battle against the Divine Sword Holy Land had begun.

The clarion call of counterattack sounded, like a runaway horse, unstoppable.

But Lu Ding didn’t participate.

This was the army’s stage.

The Great Han was never about one person stealing the spotlight. All problems required everyone.

Even though Lu Ding had reached such an extraordinary level, the Great Han could still maintain its high-speed upward momentum without him.

He was the Great Han’s ceiling.

The countless millions of Great Han people, one after another, like the stars in the sky full of geniuses, were the Great Han’s floor.

In the courtyard of Elder Shui’s small residence at 749 Director-General’s Bureau.

Several people sat around a stone table.

Watching Lu Ding browse through the rare natural treasures in the APP.

The Black-Robed Great-Grandmaster kept speaking beside him: “Don’t buy this one. Lü Mountain has it. We’re going to Lü Mountain; whatever you want, I’ll get you as much as you need.”

“This one isn’t worth it—costs so many credits.”

Lu Ding: “Great-Grandmaster, they’re contribution points, not credits.”

The Black-Robed Great-Grandmaster craned his neck: “Well, contribution points then. Costing so many contribution points—not worth it. Lü Mountain has better ones; when we get back, I’ll get them for you.”

Though he still wasn’t entirely clear on the purchasing power of one contribution point in Great Han currency on the Demon Continent, seeing so many zeros, even if Lu Ding spent just one unit himself, the Great-Grandmaster thought it wasn’t worth it.

A child’s money should be saved for later, to buy some good food and favorite things. Rare natural treasures were like rice—like side dishes with a meal.

As the ‘head of the family,’ how could he let the child pay for a meal!?