First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 303: The Heavenly Investigators Invite the Fate Commander—Lu Ding, We Need You

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“So, we need you.”

“We need your irreplaceable dominance on the mid- and lower-tier battlefield.”

“Of course, this isn’t a directive, a draft, or a command. This is us sincerely asking for your help.”

Sincere—deeply sincere.

Not a trace of manipulation or ulterior motive.

Just a pure and honest request.

The strong ruling over the weak is survival of the fittest, the law of nature. There’s nothing wrong with that.

But people are not animals. The strong among humans have their own code of conduct—it just varies in depth.

The three powerhouses in front of Lu Ding? Their grace was skyscraper-level—at least three or four stories high.

Of course, their attitude wasn’t just because of their personal upbringing.

It was also because Lu Ding was strong.

Terrifyingly strong.

On the mid- and lower-tier battlefield, his dominance was unmatched—no one could compare.

The three Heavenly Investigators had watched the entire fight earlier from start to finish.

They were certain: the upcoming battlefield needed Lu Ding.

In the world of Qi Refiners, individual strength reigns supreme.

So personal grudges are handled through personal force.

But this wasn’t just about individual grudges anymore.

That’s why the battlefield had to be split into upper, mid, and lower tiers.

The upper battlefield belonged to the Heavenly Investigators.

Their fights would determine discourse power—and global position.

The mid- and lower-tier battlefields determined what each side could take or would have to compensate.

It’s not just two Heavenly Investigators duking it out and calling it a day.

This was on a nation-ending scale.

In the past, perhaps, the Heavenly Investigators would decide the outcome, and the low-tier cultivators would clean up afterward.

Where would you find this “king vs. king, general vs. general, soldier vs. soldier” structure?

But now, things were different.

Many countries had poured everything into the Second Circle.

Even if you wiped out their Third Circle, so what?

Does the Third Circle have more resources than the Second?

Is its territory larger?

Da Han hasn’t even finished digesting its own land yet—so much space left empty.

To put it bluntly, even the vegetables grown in the Second Circle’s soil were more nutritious than those in the Third.

For Da Han, the Second Circle was immensely attractive.

The war wasn’t just about survival—it was about pride!

To make sure no one dared steal their homeland.

Even if something happened in the Second Circle, they could retreat to the Third, rebuild, and wait for the right moment to strike again.

Because of all this—

The battlefield had to be split.

On the upper-tier battlefield, the three weren’t afraid. And Da Han could send other Heavenly Investigators too.

With 749 divisions, how could Da Han possibly lack Heavenly Investigators?

But the mid- and lower-tier battlefield? That was a different story.

It’s not that they couldn’t win.

It’s just—there’d be heavy bloodshed and many casualties.

After all, Da Han was facing many nations.

There’s no way to come through unscathed.

But reducing casualties? That was possible.

The key lay in the top talents from each side—

Especially war machines like Lu Ding.

The moment he started, morale would soar on Da Han’s side. They’d charge forward with roars, while the enemy would collapse, crushed and broken, bodies strewn across the field. Their morale? Gone.

That’s why—

They needed Lu Ding.

War could bring influence, position, dignity.

But war also brought blood.

However!

It didn’t have to be painted with unnecessary bloodshed.

If it could be avoided, why not?

The people below were willing to sacrifice their lives for Da Han—no hesitation, straight into war.

So the people above would do everything they could to reduce casualties and avoid pointless sacrifice.

Every life matters.

This was family talk—behind closed doors—and Lu Ding understood the truth behind it.

The whole Monster Room incident this year—even if it wasn’t entirely his fault, a large part of it had to do with him.

Directly or indirectly.

So, now that this battle was shaping up—

Lu Ding couldn’t back down. He had no intention or thought of doing so.

From his Qi-Guiding and Dragon-Slaying Tour, through every place he traveled, everywhere showed him respect.

At Rolling Dragon Wall, he got benefits. Even when Zhenla kicked and cursed and shut things down—that was still a benefit.

The Bureau gave him privileges. Training grounds gave him privileges.

Across the vast Da Han, wherever Lu Ding went, he was treated well—maybe not the best, but always with respect.

Yes, strength mattered most—but more than that, Da Han itself had this whole atmosphere: no messy internal strife.

Lu Ding loved that feeling.

So if Da Han needed to fight—he would charge forward without hesitation!

When there were perks, he was the first in line—only an idiot passes up free gains.

When it was time to charge and break enemy lines, he’d also be the first—taking perks and not contributing? That’s just being ungrateful.

Lu Ding didn’t want to be that kind of beast.

He stood up, watching the cigarette butt crumble into ash and get carried away by the wind—

Until the last spark vanished.

Lu Ding spoke: “Come on, who doesn’t need who? If you call, I’ll come. Anytime, anywhere.”

“No matter who the enemy is, no matter how many there are.”

“Even if you hand me the most dangerous position.”

“Of course, it can’t be just me. And it can’t be up to the Heavenly Investigators either.”

Lu Ding’s words shifted direction—

And made all three of them burst out laughing again.

“Meticulous. Reasonable. Can’t argue with that—hahahahaha…”

“Don’t worry. If a Heavenly Investigator ever ends up over your head—turn around, and you’ll see our corpses.”

Another Heavenly Investigator who had been silent until now—Zhao Jian—

Calmly added, “We’ll die before you. We won’t run ahead of you.”

Now that they’d asked for help—

It was time to talk compensation.

Nobody is omnipotent.

Just like the instructors say at training sites:

Don’t be afraid of losing face. Ask for help when needed. Call for backup when needed. Solve the biggest problems with the smallest losses—and then negotiate rewards.

Among family—we can talk it out slowly.

Qiu Fu spoke up: “Lu Ding, if you agree, I’ll give you 3,000 contribution points, no strings attached—even if you don’t fight at all.”

“Once it’s over, I’ll personally write your promotion report to Senior Investigator.”

“That’s just the base offer—my sincere gesture. As for the rest, I can’t promise the exact details, but I can promise a minimum guarantee.”

“At the very least, you’ll receive rewards worth over 5,000 contribution points, including—but not limited to—points.”

“Could be war spoils.”

At this point, Qiu Fu laughed at himself.

And Lu Ding laughed too.

That was putting it plainly.

Everyone who knew—knew.

War spoils? Obviously not from your own side.

As for whose stuff it’d be?

Well—that’s hard to say.

Once the war spreads and nations get involved, who knows which sheep the wool will come from.

If they could breach enemy territory—

In times of war, chaos reigns, monsters and demons appear.

Lu Ding might even pick up some foreign goodies.

No way this deal could go wrong.

And again—it bears repeating—

The higher-ups bowed their heads. They could’ve ordered, assigned, or commanded him.

But they chose to ask instead.

Heavenly Investigators requesting a Fate Commander—across Da Han’s long history, this moment was one-of-a-kind.

If not the last of its kind, then definitely the first.

Lu Ding smiled, relaxed and eager: “Then please make sure to give me a fat one.”

Hearing him agree again—

Qiu Fu was overjoyed and replied with a booming laugh:

“Hahahahaha, deal! As long as you can handle it—though early on, the fights might not be very ‘fat.’”

“But later—when Taisland and Weigao come in, with the Bald Eagle backing them—”

“Nobody’s juicier than them.”

“Top-tier Bald Eagle elite units, guaranteed.”