First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!大一实习，你跑去749收容怪物

Translator is italicizing everything and it’s making me want to kill myself junior and senior brothers will you join me in this crusade!!! We together shall kill all italics!!! Down with italics!!! Down with Italics!!! Down with Italics!!!

trash, don't read, mc is a bloodthirsty killer who disguises his actions as justice

This is fairly lacking in depth all around, can be a fun power trip Novel to blow some steam off. (Ch.50)

6.3/10

People who like face-slapping plots would probably like this one. Probably a matter of preference. Good to pass time or if you'd like to read lighter stories. Mix of humor and action. This isn't exactly horror, if that is what you're looking for.

It seems boring

Why are these chinese authors just throw half of the chapter into description :/

Scripture: “First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!”
By: The InkDrunk Wanderer | Realm: ~Ch. 300+ | Poison Rank: High Sodium; Medicine Rank: Monster Suppression Elixir (Early)

Amitabha, fellow cultivators.

This poor wandering soul once stumbled upon Site 749, where monsters don’t just roam free—they queue up to be dissected, absorbed, and filed in the bureaucratic spreadsheets of cultivation. Our protagonist? A first-year intern with plot armor thicker than a Sect Elder’s heavenly tribulation robes.

The opening arcs radiate absurdity and chaotic joy:
- Flat Earth cultivation logic? Present.
- Monsters locked in ice walls? Why not three?
- Office-worker-turned-slayer-of-eldritch-abominations? Check.

You begin the scripture laughing like a mad alchemist sniffing too much cinnabar, following a chaotic-neutral MC who bulldozes evil cultists and monsters alike with no-nonsense ruthlessness and a dash of modern sarcasm. He slaps, he schemes, he slays. He contains—until the “containment” becomes a nationalist sermon.

Around Chapter 250–300, however, a shift occurs. The cultivational qi becomes heavy with patriotic incense smoke. The Weird Hunt fades; humans become the new prey, and monologues about Great China start rivaling actual fights. Readers will report “dizziness, dry soul, and disorientation”—a clear sign of Poisonous Qi Backlash maybe experinced.

Toxicity & Medicine Assessment:

Early chapters (1–250): Spicy, crunchy satire. Contains low-grade toxicity but high entertainment.

Mid chapters (250–300+): Qi deviation likely. Patriotism overtakes plot.

Translation Warning: The MTL resembles a fragmented ancient formation—requires Google Translate to decode, lest your mind shatter.

Final Judgement:
Read this one if you enjoy modern cultivation mixed with horror, humor, and system mechanics—but leave before the incense burns too thick. Monsters were once contained here. Now, it’s nationalism unsealed.

If only the MC spent more time sealing beasts instead of unlocking patriotic speeches.

May your tribulations be clean, and your scripts untainted.

—The InkDrunk Wanderer
(Artifact-enhanced style permitted under decree of Heavenly Venerable Panic)

It starts off good but does get a little boring. Always in a fight which he wins overwhelmingly. World building is not clear. Its just meh but good to pass time.

Национализма тонна, идея хороша, но реализация дно.

A drunk in a crowded oyster bar stands up and yells "I'll give $50 to anyone that can swallow this huge oyster!" One guy yells back "I'll take a shot at it," goes over and swallows it one gulp. The drunk shrugs as he reaches for his wallet and says, "I don't know how you did it. I tried 3 times and couldn't get the damn thing down."