Space Survival: My Teammates Are All Top-Tier

"Euro, shouldn't we take this opportunity to get some distance? We're still too close to them here!"

The fleeing Euro and Atai stopped behind a large meteorite, a thousand kilometers away from Blue Ocean.

How big? Big enough to completely block out the two Tier 3 fighter ships behind them and still be big enough.

"Run? Where to run?" Euro asked, still shaken.

"With the starship gone, our potential is capped. Our spaceships can only be upgraded one level at most, but how long can a level four spaceship sustain us?"

"Besides, you know the requirements for a level four spaceship; the chances are practically nonexistent..."

"Stop, stop, Euro, just say what you want to say, there's no need to beat around the bush," Atai interrupted. He was tall and strong, not some brainless brute.

Euro's words were loaded with meaning and purpose. And that purpose required his own intervention.

"Uh..." Euro wasn't annoyed by being interrupted, and continued with a smile, "Wait, wait until they leave, then we'll find a chance to crash-land on the surface of this planet!"

Atai was taken aback: "Emergency landing? Get off? Why?"

"Idiot! That planet looks like it's habitable. It's better to go down there and live a peaceful life than to drift in space and wait to die."

"If we're lucky, and take a gamble, we might survive, even establish our own little territory, and live like that for the rest of our lives. Perhaps collecting meteorites from the sky? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Hmm...that sounds like a good idea!"

"Of course!"

Euro, brimming with confidence, patted his chest and laughed loudly, "Atai, if you follow me, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart sank, and he frowned. Hmm? This voice... something doesn't sound right.

Euro's smile froze, a chill creeping into his heart. He abruptly turned to look at Atai beside him.

The next instant, his eyes widened in shock, and he heard Atai's broken voice in his ear, "Run, run..."

Suddenly, a hand burst out from the center of Atai's chest, clutching a still-beating, blood-stained heart.

The owner of that hand was leaning out from behind Atai.

A face.

A fierce-looking face, radiating a morbid, manic joy.

He had rugged eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and a wide grin that reached his ears, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

Like a demon just crawled out of hell, he rested his chin on Atai's stiff shoulder, smiled and waved at Euro.

"Hello~"

He tilted his head, his voice piercing through his helmet and ringing in Europa's ears.

"Seriously, we've been found out..."

Euro stared wide-eyed.

Staring at the hand that was still clutching the heart, half of it pulled from the body of his companion, Atai.

Staring at the heart that had lost its warmth in the other person's palm and was slowly ceasing to beat.

Staring at Atai's face, his mouth half-open, his pupils dilated, still bearing the terrified expression of someone on the verge of death.

My mind went completely blank.

It's not that I don't want to think, it's that my brain is unable to think at this moment.

This isn't a planetary surface; this is outer space!

It's space, where there's no air, temperatures are over 200 degrees below zero, and blood can freeze!

The other person wasn't wearing a spacesuit, had no life support equipment, and was just floating in a vacuum, laughing as they killed people, ripped out their hearts, and even greeted them?!

Fear made him want to move, but he couldn't even move a finger; his body was completely out of his control, frozen in place.

Tens of seconds.

Perhaps longer.

Euro regained his voice, which was trembling uncontrollably.

He raised his hand, pointing at the other person's face, which wore a sickly, sinister grin:

"You, you, who are you, who are you...?!"

Upon hearing the question, the man was taken aback at first, then chuckled softly.

The laughter was silent, yet chilling and sinister, both morbid and insane.

Enjoying Euro's current reaction, he slowly began to speak:

"Hehehe, those who are about to die are not worthy to know my name."

"No, no..."

As Europa teetered on the brink of collapse, it wailed...

"I don't want to die, please spare my life, please, I'll give you anything, I'll give you anything..."

His legs curled up uncontrollably, and his whole body arched like a shrimp.

Fingers groped wildly in the air, and a layer of water vapor rose on the inside of the helmet.

"No, that won't work."

The man's face showed the grievance of a child who couldn't get what he wanted, and his voice was filled with disappointment.

"I'm hungry..."

As he spoke, he pulled the hand that was still stuck in Atai's chest cavity out.

The body lost its support and began to float away.

The evil being picked up the heart with two fingers and held it up in front of its eyes.

Then, open your mouth.

The jaw began to tear until the lower half of the face became a gaping maw large enough to fit an adult's skull.

He swallowed the whole heart in one gulp.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Gurgle."

The sound of swallowing, though separated by a vacuum, exploded in Euro's mind.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and swallowed hard.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, which was still stained with blood.

He sucked the remaining blood from between his fingers, then opened his eyes. Those eyes, which should have been fierce, were now narrowed into slits.

A naive smile played on her lips: "Delicious."

Euro was completely dumbfounded.

He stopped trembling, stopped pleading, and even stopped breathing.

他只

She just stared straight at him, her pupils unfocused, and a warm, humid sensation emanated from inside her spacesuit.

He lost control of his bladder, but he didn't realize it.

"It's your turn~"

The evil body extended its right hand, its five fingers deforming, lengthening, bending, hardening, and its knuckles protruding. Within seconds, the entire hand transformed into five sharp claws.

Tilting her head: "Don't worry, I'll be quick, it won't hurt, it'll only be a moment~"

Raising its claws, it prepared to pierce Europa's chest.

However, just as the claws were about to pierce the mech's spacesuit...

"Evil body".

A deep voice appeared.

"Keep him; he's still useful."

The evil body's claws stopped an inch from the front of Euro's mech.

He turned around.

In the distance, a figure hovered in space.

The person was wearing a full-body gold mecha spacesuit, and their expression was obscured.

Upon seeing the person, the evil entity's claws quickly returned to normal and retracted to its side.

He floated back half a meter, but he was unwilling to stop just like that, so he lightly traced his fingertips across Euro's chest armor.

Three scratches immediately appeared on the surface.

"What a pity..."

Then, he turned slightly to the side, bowed slightly in the direction of the figure, gestured, and said to Europa:

"Aren't you going to thank our lord?"

Europa was completely out of control, utterly irrational, and knelt on the space station.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you... thank you, my lord, for sparing my life! Thank you, my lord... thank you..."

He was rambling incoherently, his forehead hitting the ground repeatedly.

Seeing this, Rhollifern floated over and hovered above Euro, looking down from above.

Extend your right hand and place it on the top of Euro's helmet.

He held up one finger and said, "Shh..."

Euro was forced to raise his head.

Through his mask, stained with mist and tears, he saw...

A face.

A face exactly like the evil spirit that had just devoured the heart.

Same eyebrows and eyes, same nose bridge, same facial contours.

He just didn't have that manic grin that stretched to his ears; instead, he was cold, calm, and like a thousand-year-old iceberg.

Euro's worldview crumbled at that moment.

The same person? Two identical people?

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Looking at his expression, Rory Frant withdrew his hand.

Raleigh Franz, a uniquely gifted individual, possesses the Seven Self-Body.

The person next to him, arms crossed, licking the blood from his fingertips with a bored expression, was an evil form that had split off from him.

It can move independently in space without any equipment...

Rolfell looked down and met Euro's gaze through his mask:

"I'll ask, you answer; if you answer well, I'll let you go..."