First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 297: This is the Death I Chose for You Myself

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With his current reserve of diverse spell techniques, Lu Ding was fully capable of realizing the idea he had back in Minshan City.

He converted all his offensive techniques into spell cards using Spiritual Qi, and wrote their names on them.

With a sweep of his hand—

A full set of cards appeared in front of him.

"Come on, choose your death."

Upon hearing that voice—

The elites of Weigao Nation suddenly felt as if time had frozen.

In a split second, cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.

Their stiff necks slowly turned, forced by trembling bodies.

Outside was the sky, hundreds of meters above ground.

Dark clouds covered the sky, thunder and lightning flashing within, with shadows darting about.

Sin Dragons twisted and surged, looking for prey to devour.

Amid the stench of blood and howling winds, petals danced through the air.

Lu Ding, transformed into a Divine Avatar, floated mid-air with arms crossed, his trailing ribbons fluttering with the black petals.

Dark red patterns etched into every muscle of his hundred-meter-tall Divine Avatar body.

That massive form brought not only overwhelming pressure, but also an aura of divinity.

As their eyes followed, they saw black petals brushing past the Divine Avatar’s figure—

Sketching out a strange blend of sinister evil and sacred majesty.

This sudden impact—

Nearly gave the entire group from Weigao Nation immediate PTSD.

All they wanted was to kneel and worship Lu Ding.

Thankfully, they stopped just short.

Among them, the strongest—Quan Xingle—was the first to snap out of it.

H-He can fly?

Sure, Lu Ding had flight techniques!

But now, with a body this massive—he could still fly?!

Everyone knew flight techniques consumed enormous energy.

To lift such a gigantic form into the air—how much Spiritual Qi output would that take...?

And before that, he’d been bombing them nonstop for so long.

Just how much Spiritual Qi did his Linghai store?!

Doubt rose in his mind.

Quan Xingle instinctively kicked his leg back, trying to retreat.

Facing this version of Lu Ding, he didn’t even have the heart to resist.

But that move—was basically an insult to Lu Ding’s intelligence.

With just a glance—

【Corpse-Roasting Execution】 activated quietly.

RUMBLE RUMBLE—a copper temple wreathed in flames erupted from the ground.

Iron chains forcibly bound Quan Xingle to a bronze pillar.

“Let him set an example for the rest of you.”

Lu Ding’s voice snapped the others out of their haze.

They looked toward Quan Xingle in the copper temple.

Lu Ding spoke again: “Feel honored. This is the death I chose for you myself.”

Whoo...

A gust of wind blew.

The ore beneath the pillar instantly ignited in blazing fire.

The heat quickly surged.

The icy bronze pillar began glowing red, inch by inch.

Quan Xingle struggled, trembling, his mouth begging endlessly.

He didn’t dare imagine what was coming next.

“Lu Ding!! Lu Ding! Don’t kill me, don’t kill me—I’m not actually from Zhenla, I’m—”

Another elite from Weigao, Jin Zhifeng, cut in and shouted: “Shut up, Quan Xingle! Aren’t you loyal to your own cou—”

Before he could finish—

A powerful, irresistible spell effect dragged him into a dry well carved with toad beasts on the wall.

The air there was creepy and chilling.

The mouth of the well was just wide enough to look up at the sky.

Jin Zhifeng turned his head left and right, shouting: “Lu Ding! It’s you! This is your doing! Let me out! LET ME OUT!!”

Floating in the air, Lu Ding lifted a hand and flicked his finger.

A projection appeared, showing Jin Zhifeng’s situation in the well.

“This is the death I chose for your second comrade. Watch it. Watch carefully. Especially you.”

He was talking to Quan Xingle.

“You’d better watch the whole thing—then think long and hard. Should you talk? And how should you say it?”

As his words faded—

A scene that made everyone’s scalp crawl began.

The carvings of toad beasts on the well walls opened their gaping mouths.

Listen carefully—

A chorus of hissing filled the air.

All kinds of brightly colored venomous snakes crawled, slithered, and launched themselves from those mouths.

Each one was different in size and shape—

But the one thing they had in common: they were all breathtakingly beautiful.

Stare at them too long, and you’d start to feel dizzy, like the world was spinning.

These gorgeous serpents lunged at Jin Zhifeng, climbing up his body—

Biting again and again, leaving deep venom-injected holes.

Face, neck, hands, chest—his whole body.

Jin Zhifeng thrashed and screamed in agony—

Black blood gushed from his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears.

The image was horrifying to the extreme.

Watching this, Quan Xingle—tied to the pillar—began to tremble uncontrollably, causing the chains to rattle constantly.

Those outside saw it too.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Up until now, everyone had been wondering—was Lu Ding really a member of the 749 Bureau?

Whether his techniques or his Spiritual Qi—it all seemed so disturbingly evil...

Even other Cultivators of Qi from 749 were starting to doubt in their hearts.

What the h*ll is Yunhai 749 up to?

Why are all the techniques Lu Ding uses like this?

Yunhai 749 had never once asked Lu Ding about the origin of his techniques.

So naturally, they never bothered to document his spell sources.

Since there were no detailed records—

It was simply assumed that all his spells were learned from Yunhai 749.

Holding their breath, no one dared speak.

A great cultivator from Zhenla tried to flee.

He couldn’t stay here any longer.

With torture like that, there was no way Quan Xingle would hold out.

If his mouth slipped—everything would be ruined!

Then again, even if he didn’t talk—it would still be ruined.

But if he confessed, it would be easier to spin the aftermath.

Easier to justify action against Weigao and those guys in the west.

After all, if someone else comes knocking on your doorstep—

If Great Han doesn’t punch back, then it’s not Great Han anymore.

But no matter how fierce the retaliation—

Someone always steps in to mediate at the end.

So, if you’ve got more moral leverage and clarity of position—

You’ll get more benefits in the future negotiations.

After all, no one really wants to start World War III in this fertile “Second Circle” region.

Back to now—

As that Zhenla cultivator stood to leave—

Someone pressed a hand on his shoulder: “The Monster Room battle’s not over yet. Trying to leave now? You insulting Great Han’s honor? Want me to flatten you?”

The Zhenla powerhouse dared not move.

He sat back down with a forced smile.

Muttering in his heart: Isn’t this place part of Zhenla...?

His gaze returned to the Monster Room.

The tortured and mangled Jin Zhifeng was tossed out of the well, dead beyond all doubt.

His injuries were too gruesome to look at.

Even the corpse exuded a scent that made anyone who sniffed it feel instantly dizzy.

One could only imagine how toxic those snakes in the Toad-Snake Well were.

Quan Xingle stared at it all, his face ghost-white.

The sheer psychological weight of the torture—even without personally experiencing it—was enough to break most people.

Not to mention he was still tied to the copper pillar.

Once it got hot, it might cook him alive.

No time to think!

Quan Xingle let out a gut-wrenching scream:

“I’ll talk!! I’ll tell you everything!! I’m not from Zhenla—I’m from Weigao! We came here to target Great Han, to kill Great Han’s prodigies! But you weren’t our target! You were never our target! We never even planned to confront you directly—”

He blurted everything in one breath, afraid that if he hesitated, he’d die.

Lu Ding—and everyone outside the Monster Room—heard it all.

It was over. Everything was over.

The Golden Dome originally just covering the Monster Room—

Now billowed with the wind, expanding to cover the entire sinkhole and surrounding hundred-kilometer radius.

Round Two—officially began.