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

The group walked through a tall forest.

They were all stunned by what they saw.

Several planets of varying sizes appeared in the sky, very close to the planet beneath their feet. The nearest planet could be seen in its entirety with the naked eye.

This phenomenon defies the trajectory of planetary motion and their understanding of physics.

The group of eight people stood there dumbfounded.

Some people couldn't even believe their eyes, rubbing them hard before realizing it wasn't a hallucination...

"We need to come up with a new plan." Ross had already guessed this, but he was still shocked by the scene.

But he quickly suppressed his rapidly beating heart.

Now is not the time to marvel at the wonders of the place, nor to ponder why they came here.

As the leader of the team, he needs to quickly regain his composure and come up with new solutions to reassure the rest of the team.

Otherwise, if morale is low, the team will be difficult to lead...

The group returned along the same route.

"Where are we going now?"

Knowing that he was not on Earth but on an unknown planet, the tattooed man remained outwardly calm.

But he was restless and anxious, so he picked up a branch from the ground and waved it wildly at the grass at his feet.

"If you can get in, you can definitely get out."

Ross, as a mercenary who had experienced the battlefield, possessed strong mental fortitude.

What he had just witnessed did not deter him from his subjective thinking; he pondered the matter carefully in his mind.

They didn't believe this was an alien planet, but thought that some organization might have gathered this group of people through unknown means.

First, they used a special landing method to create a psychological suggestion, and then immediately used an empty iron cage to intensify everyone's fear of the unknown.

What followed was a meticulously planned trap, and the perfectly placed corpse—the diary—caused panic among the group.

The final move is to strike at the heart of the matter, creating a spectacular scene for everyone to witness, as the ultimate kill.

This process, even for the most mentally strong person, will lead them down the carefully designed path that the observers in the shadows want to see.

Ross's ability to think is only possible because he, as a mercenary, has witnessed death frequently and his heart has long been numb.

He was unaware of its existence in the shadows.

What exactly do they want to do by gathering such a group of people? What kind of goal do they want to achieve?

He didn't care about any of that; he just wanted to survive.

Get out of this awful place.

"roar--!"

As everyone remained silent and wandered aimlessly...

A roar suddenly came from above them, and a shadow swept quickly through the woods.

The tattooed man, already on edge, instantly pulled out a dagger from his waist and cursed, "Fuck!"

The others reacted quickly, raising their guns in a defensive stance.

But I didn't see anything.

The tattooed man weighed the dagger in his hand, then glanced at the guns in the hands of the others, and his tense mind instantly shattered.

Unable to contain his anger any longer, he cursed and complained at the air, "Damn little dagger, what use are you to me...?"

After venting his anger, he calmed himself down and shouted to the Mexican drug dealer next to him, "Hey! Guy, can I have a gun?"

You have two guns, give me one.

But he clearly failed to grasp the situation.

In this perilous jungle, weapons are their only protection; why would they entrust them to others?

Even though the long-haired Mexican man was holding two submachine guns, he refused to give him either one.

They even pointed a gun at the tattooed man to prevent him from snatching the item.

Upon seeing this, the tattooed man looked slightly embarrassed.

He chuckled and turned to look at the others.

"Hey! Can anyone give me a gun?" He scanned the crowd, trying to pick an honest man to see if he could get a gun.

"Hey! You bear, you already have a Gatling gun, how about giving me a small pistol?"

But none of the people present paid him any attention.

Just watching him, jumping up and down.

Knowing the situation was hopeless, the man softened his tone, "Hurry up, brothers, give me a gun."

The tattooed guy's eyes darted around, constantly watching the group's movements. He slowly approached Mud Guy, with whom he had a grudge, and suddenly lunged forward.

With a dagger pressed against Mud Brother's neck, he said fiercely, "Give me the gun you're holding."

The others didn't react much, as if they were watching a show.

Only Yamamoto quietly disengaged the safety on his pistol and aimed at the tattooed man's back.

Give me a gun.

The tattoo guy emphasized it again.

Before he could make a move, he felt his chin being pressed against something. He glanced down and saw the dark pistol gleaming coldly.

"I've long been prepared for death, and I hope you are too."

The calm tone came from Brother Ni's mouth.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, neither willing to lay down their weapons.

Before the two could even decide to fight to the death...

From the distant dense forest came the faint roars of wild beasts.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it, and the tattooed guy and the mud guy naturally gave up their fight and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

The men stood ready, their guns pointed at the dense forest.

Because the weeds in the forest were too tall, the group could only vaguely see a few blurry figures moving through them.

"Hoo-hoo!"

The roars from the woods grew closer, accompanied by the rustling of falling leaves.

A creature resembling a hunting dog, with dark blue skin, protruding fangs without lips, and head and shoulders covered in bone spurs, charged towards them.

"Be careful!"

Everyone was terrified and opened fire with all their might, bullets flying like they were free.

"Da da da!"

A series of gunshots rang out.

Bullets poured out, forming a hail of bullets.

Faced with such formidable firepower, even these strangely shaped hunting dogs could not withstand it.

There was a loud "Bang!"

The hound-like creature was blasted apart by a hail of bullets, exploding into a cloud of blood mist on the spot.

But then a hunting dog immediately rushed out from behind.

"Damn it!"

They seemed unafraid of death, their eyes filled only with a surging desire to kill.

Before everyone could catch their breath, blue-skinned hounds began to appear from other directions as well.

The tattooed man and the doctor, who were unarmed, fled in terror upon seeing this.

They completely ignored the few people still at the front.

Some people ran away, while others chose to fight back.

For Nikolai, a member of a nation known for its fighting spirit and serving in the anti-terrorism forces, desertion is a shameful act.

He spun the Gatling gun in his hand and roared.

Accompanied by the roar of the Gatling gun.

Even on his own, he exerted the dominance of an entire squad.

The blue-skinned hound that charged at him was instantly torn apart by the bullet.

Just as Nikolai was rampaging through the Gatling gun, Bertha, a sniper, heard cries for help coming from behind her.

"Help!"

She turned the gun around.

Then they saw the doctor in the group being chased and bitten by a hunting dog.

She did not fire immediately, but crouched down to stabilize the gun, keeping the scope constantly on the hound, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Shit!"

The doctor tripped and fell to the ground in his panic.

Before he could get up, he was locked onto by the blue-skinned hound.

All I could do was keep pushing myself backward.

He was already outrun, and now he was like a lamb to the slaughter, watching helplessly as the monster pounced on him.

"Bang--!"

A gunshot rang out, mixed with the doctor's scream.

The monster that had been charging at him so aggressively was shot in the head by Bertha from a distance and was now dead.