All Heavens: Starting with the Predator, I'm No Longer Human

A dense jungle.

After a brief self-introduction, the survivors gathered together to discuss their next steps.

Among them are a Mexican drug lord, a wanted criminal known as "Tattoo Guy," a professional hitman from an island nation named "Yamamoto," a soldier from an anti-terrorism unit, a member of the execution squad known as "Mud Guy," an Israeli sniper named "Bessa," and a surgeon.

They all come from different parts of the world, belong to different countries, and have little in common.

But before they were captured, they all saw a white light...

After some discussion, the group concluded that it was a kidnapping, but this idea was immediately refuted.

Since these people are not wealthy and come from all over the world, what is the point of kidnapping them?

Some have suggested that this was an experiment, but the specifics of the experiment remain unclear.

There are many different opinions, but no reasonable explanation has been found...

In the end, it was Ross, the leader, who spoke to them, that made them stop dwelling on the reasons and focus on escaping this place and returning to civilized society.

They planned to find a high vantage point to familiarize themselves with the surrounding terrain before making any further plans.

Ross, as the first person to land, was also very strong, and he demonstrated his strength in the conflict that occurred when everyone was gathering.

My mind is clear again.

Naturally, he became the leader, and under his guidance, the group headed towards higher ground.

Although the group was in an unfamiliar environment and was highly vigilant, the Predator lurking in the shadows was not only highly professional and skilled at hunting and hiding, but also very patient.

It followed a short distance behind the group, observing the prey and quickly marking their danger level.

After traveling for several hours, the group stopped at a rocky, potholed area...

"We haven't seen the sun move since we got here..."

Ross squatted on the ground, glancing at the sky above him out of the corner of his eye, his expression turning grim.

"What do you think is causing the magnetic field here to become disordered...?"

Bertha looked at the small puddle in front of her.

A simple compass made from leaves and a magnetic metal needle is spinning incessantly, showing no sign of stopping.

"How would I know...?"

Ross's thoughts were also in a state of turmoil, and he inexplicably woke up from mid-air.

An unfamiliar rainforest environment, people who never meet, strange landmarks encountered along the way, piles of bones that resemble some kind of ritual or wild beasts keeping their spoils.

Everything is defying expectations.

He clearly remembered that one second he was bragging to his teammates on the plane, and the next second a white light flashed and he woke up in mid-air.

If it weren't for the crisis instinct he developed from constantly facing life-or-death situations as a mercenary, he might have ended up like those who couldn't even open their parachutes.

He was smashed into a pulp.

Ross turned his head and gestured for Bertha to look back: "Look at the people behind you. They're either soldiers, assassins, or vicious criminals. They're all heavyweights."

"The only person who seems normal is the doctor..."

Ross paused for a moment, then added, "He's not..."

"What is he?"

Bertha didn't understand what he was trying to say.

"What I want to say is the reason we were brought here."

After saying that, Ross lost interest in continuing the conversation and got up to leave.

"And what about you?"

Bertha pondered the commonalities among them; these chosen individuals were all ruthless, including herself.

Only the doctor seemed normal.

So, what is the identity of this man who is analyzing things so logically?

Of the group that just gathered, he was the only one who didn't introduce himself.

"I?"

Ross countered with a question.

"You understand the jungle, you understand all the players," Bertha slowly stated her conclusion.

"I think you might have been an intelligence agent in the military, doing classified work, or maybe you were a mercenary."

When Bertha saw the man stop, she knew she had guessed correctly.

"What's your opinion?" Ross wasn't surprised that his identity had been guessed, since he had no intention of hiding it at all.

"Not at the moment!"

"That's good!"

……

After rest and recuperation.

The group didn't linger and continued walking.

Ross, who was clearing the way ahead, noticed something amiss and stopped.

In the woods in front of the procession, a huge iron cage covered with tarpaulin looked extremely eerie.

A faint smell of blood and a barely perceptible stench of decay lingered in the air, masked by the smell of rotting leaves.

Ross gestured for everyone to proceed with caution.

They then arranged for the assassin Yamamoto to step forward and uncover the oilcloth.

Yamamoto pulled out a pistol from his pocket and slowly approached under the watchful eyes of the others.

As Yamamoto slowly reached out towards the tarpaulin, everyone's expressions became increasingly tense, gripping their guns tightly to prepare for any potential crisis.

The atmosphere in the air gradually solidified as a result.

The atmosphere only improved when Yamamoto forcefully lifted the tarpaulin, revealing the iron cage beneath.

The iron cage was empty; there was nothing inside.

Bertha approached and examined the damaged cage.

"What's in here? Maybe it fell from a great height, just like what we just saw."

"They're different from us." Mud Bro in the group shook his head with a strange expression.

He looked at the bloodstains around the cage and the unidentified insects crawling on the ground, and had some guesses in his mind, but was not sure. His face was a little pale.

Seeing this, each of them had their own guesses.

But Bertha didn't have time to care. She remembered her conversation with Ross on the way there.

"You said we were all chosen ones, but what are we chosen for?"

"..."

No one answered her question at that moment.

"Oh shit!"

As the tattooed man exclaimed in surprise, the group discovered that there was more than one such cage.

In this grove of trees, there are seven or eight iron cages exactly like this one, some of which are still hanging in the trees...

As the team continued to move forward.

The atmosphere in the group grew increasingly tense; they didn't know if it was a prank or an alien joke.

But everyone realized one thing: this place was fraught with danger, and death could be a possibility at any moment.

Mud Bro in the group had been on high alert ever since they encountered the iron cage.

He would occasionally look around, observing his surroundings and any potential dangers.

He always felt that something in the shadows was eyeing them, or that there were hunters lurking in the dark, waiting for their chance to strike.

That chilling feeling, like a mouse encountering a cat, lingered around him.

This is an innate instinct.

It was precisely because he was looking around and didn't notice the vines under his feet that he tripped over them.

He lunged forward.

He fell heavily to the ground.

"Are you alright, bro?"

The tattooed man saw him fall to the ground and went over to help.

"Bang—Crack!"

The sound of the trap being activated was accompanied by the screech of a heavy object falling through the air.

"Be careful!"

I don't know who reminded me.

Several people quickly tackled themselves to the ground, and those who reacted quickly also tackled the people next to them.

Just as they fell, a piece of broken wood came crashing down from behind, grazing past them.

The various traps and mechanisms that followed made the group curse and dodge, and for a moment they were surrounded by danger.

Fortunately, none of them were mediocre, and they narrowly escaped various traps.

Furthermore, as an Israeli sniper, Bertha also discovered the person who had set the trap in the shadows…