The teams from America, Europe, India, China, and Japan all reached Jeju at the same time. Their planes landed on different parts of the island. Each team went straight to their scouts.
They set up small bases in hidden spots—tents, gear piles, quick walls from skills. Then they regrouped with the scouts. Hunters hugged or shook hands. Faces showed relief but fear too.
The American team landed first on the north coast. Director Mills' orders were clear. Team Alpha scouts met them in a forest clearing. Mike ran up to the leader—a big S-rank named Tom. "You're here," Mike said. Voice shaky with hope. "We set base here. Trees cover us."
Tom nodded. Felt urgency in his chest. "Good. Regroup fast. What's new?" Mike told everything. "Hybrids born. Thirty. Strong already." The team felt shocked. Hearts pounded. They unpacked weapons. Set guards. Then planned an attack. "We hit ants first. Then villa," Tom said. Voice hard. Anger for the women burned in him.
The European mixed team landed near the east. Karl met them on a hill. "Base here," Karl said. Pointed to rocks for cover. Leaders from Germany, France, and the UK hugged him. "You okay?" Hans asked. Worry in his eyes.
Karl nodded but his face was pale. "Saw the births of those monsters. Total horror." They regrouped quickly. Unloaded supplies. Felt fear spread. "We attack slowly. Save who we can," Marie said. The team nodded. Emotions high—sympathy deep.
The Indian team came to Priya's spot in the trees. Ravi's full force—men mostly, women in back. Priya ran out. Tears fresh. "You're here," she said. Her voice broke. Relief washed over her.
Ravi hugged her tight. He felt protective like a father. "Base in this clearing," he said. "Safe." The team set up fast. Tents up. Weapons ready. Priya told details. "Women are torn, both mentally and physically. Hybrids have started talking." Ravi's face darkened. Anger boiled. "We hit carefully. No risks for our women." The team felt duty was strong. Fear for home too.
The Chinese team met Wang near the hive entrance. Liu's orders are cold. Wang waved them in. "Base behind these rocks," he said. Voice steady but eyes scared. The chairman's men shook his hand. "Good job," .
Wang's leader said. Felt pride but worry. They regrouped. Gear out. "Ants are evolving way too fast," Wang said. The team nodded. Fear for China hit hard. "We kill all," the leader said. Emotions cold—eager to end the threat.
The Japanese team found Tanaka on the cliff. Matsumoto's S-ranks landed quiet. Tanaka bowed low. "Base is here," he said. Voice firm. Regret in eyes. The team patted his back. "We fix this," the leader said.
Shame from past burned. They set up quickly. Unpacked bows and swords. "Hybrids are born already," Tanaka said. The team felt their resolve grow. "For honor," they whispered. Pride mixed with fear.
The coordinated assault began in a single, violent instant. Teams from every nation moved toward the villa from all directions. Gunfire shattered the quiet. Colorful skills lit up the twilight like deadly fireworks. "Charge!" Tom's voice roared over the din, leading the American advance. Swords flashed through the air. And then the ants came—a tide of chitin and claws, moving with terrifying speed.
The hybrids struck the front lines first. The thirty lead mutants tore into the hunters' formation. The larger ones, born from the milfs, opened their maws and fired searing bolts of plasma.
The heat was immense, melting energy shields and armor alike. "Take cover!" screamed a European hunter, his voice cracking with a fear he'd never known. A hybrid closed the distance before he could move. It grabbed a Chinese A-rank hunter by the head and torso, and with a single, brutal motion, ripped him in two.
The man's final "Help!" was cut short, ending in a wet spray of blood and viscera. The hybrid looked at the pieces in its hands, its voice a rough, guttural mockery of human speech. "Weak human," it said, and dropped the carcass.
More ants swarmed over the fallen. Evolution was not a slow process here; it was a grisly feast. A normal soldier ant clambered over the body of an Indian B-rank hunter. Its powerful mandibles cracked the man's ribs open as it fed.
As it consumed the mana-rich flesh, its body began to change visibly—swelling in size, its exoskeleton thickening and darkening.
"It's changing!" Priya shouted from the rear lines, horror freezing her blood. The newly evolved ant charged again, moving faster. This time, it didn't just stab with its claws—it swung them in a wide, practiced arc, mimicking a human swordsman's cleaving strike.
The hybrids were evolving even faster. Within minutes, their speech lost its roughness, becoming clear and taunting. "Die slowly," one said to a Japanese S-rank hunter, sidestepping his lightning-quick slash.
It fought not just with claws, but with precise punches and kicks, parrying blades and dodging energy attacks with movements borrowed from human martial arts. Their faces were shifting, skin smoothing, insect-like eyes gaining pupils, patches of coarse hair sprouting on their heads.
Their bodies streamlined into a more humanoid shape. "In hours, we'll blend," one laughed, its voice chillingly normal as it snapped a hunter's wrist. "Look like you. Walk in your cities."
The battlefield became a slaughterhouse. Every hunter who fell became fuel for the enemy. Ants consumed the dead and evolved on the spot—growing wings, firing more accurate plasma, moving in flanking patterns that mirrored human military tactics. They were learning from their prey.
Among them, one hybrid was the worst. Born from the strongest ant, it dwarfed the others, standing taller and more massive than even the mighty Beru from the canon. Its muscles were like thick cables, its face nearly fully human—handsome in a sharp, cruel way, with chilling violet eyes.
It moved with blinding speed. An S-rank hunter's enhanced armor meant nothing; the hybrid's fist punched straight through the chest plate. "You can't win," it said in a deep, resonant voice that carried over the chaos. It spoke not with rage, but with cold, mocking certainty.
This hybrid led the massacre. A team of American S-ranks coordinated an attack, layering waves of fire and ice. It simply flowed between them, untouched. It grabbed the closest one, a man summoning a wall of flame, and snapped his neck with a sound like a dry branch breaking. "Too slow," it laughed.
Then, in full view of the horrified survivors, it systematically broke the body apart and began to eat. With each bite, its power grew. Wings, large and sleek, unfurled from its back. It took to the air, dropping precise plasma bombs on the reinforcement lines trying to advance.
Hunters were dying too fast to count. The ground became a muddy slurry of blood and earth. Screams of pain and terror were constant. "Fall back!" Tom yelled, his earlier courage gone, replaced by raw, choking fear. But there was no back to fall to. The ants had surrounded them completely.
The men began to fall, one by one, nation by nation.
American Hunters:
Tom, the S-rank leader with earth powers, raised a series of stone walls to protect a group of retreating hunters. "Hold the line!" he screamed, his face pale and slick with sweat. A hybrid simply crashed through the barrier.
Tom hurled boulders; the hybrid dodged them all. It seized Tom's outstretched arm and crushed it. The sound of splintering bone was sickening. Tom's scream was cut off as the hybrid lunged and bit deep into his throat, tearing it out. He fell, gurgling, as smaller ants immediately swarmed his twitching body, tearing it into pieces.
Jake, an A-rank fire-user, stood his ground, blasting a continuous jet of white-hot flame. "Burn!" he roared. A hybrid walked straight through the fire, its skin blackening and healing in the same instant. Jake's eyes went wide with disbelief. "No way—"
A fist hammered into his chest, caving it in. He stumbled back, coughing a mist of blood, tried to turn and run, and felt a claw slice through his spine from behind. He collapsed, paralyzed, face in the dirt, until another ant ended him.
Mark, an S-rank swordsman, fought with desperate skill. "For home!" he shouted, his blade a silver blur that severed an ant's leg. A shadow fell over him. A hybrid had closed in from behind.
"Fool," it whispered, almost kindly, before wrapping its arms around his head and twisting. The crack of his neck breaking was loud and final. His body went limp, his eyes still open in surprise.
Chinese Hunters:
Wang, the A-rank scout, used his ice to try and immobilize the swarm. "Hold them!" he commanded, freezing ants in place. A hybrid fired a pinpoint plasma bolt, melting the ice instantly. It closed the distance and grabbed Wang. "Cold one," it mocked. It crushed both of his arms in its grip.
Wang's screams were high and shrill. He tried to kick out, and the hybrid bit down on his thigh, shearing the leg clean off. As Wang bled out into the mud, the hybrid began to eat, chewing slowly while the man was still alive, until the screams stopped.
Li, an S-rank known for his physical strength, landed a punch that cracked the hybrid's carapace. "Die!" he grunted. The hybrid looked down at its chest, then back at Li, and laughed. "Strong. I'll take you."
Before Li could react, a counter-punch shattered his jaw. He staggered, tried to raise his guard, and the hybrid's claws eviscerated him, spilling his intestines onto the ground. He looked down at the ruin of his own body, whispered "No...", and fell.
Chen, an A-rank gunner, provided covering fire. "Cover me!" His bullets peppered the ant line. Then the lead hybrid dropped from the sky, snatched the gun from his hands, and crushed the metal in its fist.
Chen stared at the ruined weapon, pure terror on his face. "Get off!" he yelled, punching the hybrid's chest. It caught his fist and bit down, severing his hand at the wrist. Chen's shriek was cut short as another claw opened his throat.
Indian Hunters:
Arjun, Ravi's second in command and an S-rank wind master, created a hurricane to push the swarm back. "Push them!" he yelled. The lead hybrid flew straight through the gale, grabbed Arjun by the neck, and lifted him.
"Wind man," it said. Arjun choked, slashing with a blade of compressed air that cut the hybrid's arm. It roared in anger and bit down on Arjun's shoulder, tearing away a chunk of flesh and bone. Arjun fell, and a heavy foot came down on his head, effectively crushing him to death.
Vikram, an A-rank earth shaker, stomped the ground, creating deep fissures. "Fall in!" Ants tumbled into the cracks. The hybrid leaped over the gap. "Earth is weak," it said, and drove its fist into Vikram's face. The man stumbled back, blood pouring from his broken nose, and swung a wild punch.
The hybrid caught his arm, pulled him close, and raked its claws across his torso, opening him up to the ribs. Vikram gasped, trying to draw breath into ruined lungs, and died.
Raj, an S-rank pyromancer, threw waves of fire. "Burn all!" A hybrid let the fire wash over it, its skin blistering and reforming, before charging. "Hot one," it chuckled.
It grabbed Raj's flaming arms and, ignoring the burn, snapped the bones. Raj screamed. He tried a desperate headbutt; the hybrid caught his face in its jaws and bit down.
European Hunters:
Hans, a German S-rank, raised a massive glowing barrier. "Hold!" The shield wavered as ants threw themselves against it. Then the lead hybrid fired a sustained plasma beam, and the shield cracked like glass.
Hans's confident expression vanished. "No..." The hybrid was through. It grabbed him, broke both his legs with swift kicks, and when Hans reached out pleadingly, it tore both arms from their sockets.
Pierre, the swift French A-rank, was a blur. "Quick strikes!" He darted in, cut an ant's antenna, and darted back. The hybrid anticipated his path. A leg shot out, tripping him. Pierre hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from him. "Get up," he gasped to himself. The hybrid placed a foot on his chest, pinning him. "Fast, but slow," it said, then bent and ripped out his throat with its teeth.
John, a UK S-rank water mage, summoned a tidal wave. "Drown them!" The water flooded the area. The hybrid swam through it with powerful strokes, emerged before John, and punched him so hard his jaw disintegrated. John spat teeth and blood, trying to form a water spear. The hybrid batted the attack aside and gutted him with a claw.
Japanese Hunters:
Hiroshi, the S-rank sword master, was an artist of death. "For Japan!" His blade traced a perfect line, severing a hybrid's arm. The creature looked at the stump, then at Hiroshi, and laughed. "Sword man."
It blocked the next strike with its remaining arm, grabbed the blade, and snapped the reinforced steel. Hiroshi stared at the broken hilt in his hand. "Impossible..." A fist like iron crushed his throat. He fell, clawing at his neck, suffocating.
Tanaka, the scout, fired arrow after arrow. "Aim true!" Each shot found an ant's eye. The hybrid dropped from above, snatched his bow, and snapped it. "Bow is weak." Tanaka swung a fist; the hybrid caught it and bit off his fingers. As Tanaka screamed, the hybrid's other hand plunged into his chest and closed around his heart, pulling it out.
Kenji, an A-rank brawler, met the charge head-on. "Break them!" His punches shattered ant shells. The lead hybrid caught his fists in mid-air and squeezed.
The sound of every bone in Kenji's hands pulverizing was awful. Kenji cried out, tried a knee strike, was tripped, and then a heavy foot stomped down, caving in his ribcage.
It was not a battle. It was extermination. The ants showed no mercy, no rage, no honor. They killed with a cold, efficient brutality that was purely insectile—a simple process of identifying, overwhelming, consuming, and evolving.
The hunters' courage, their skills, their national pride, meant nothing against this relentless, adaptive hunger. The field was lost, and the survivors were simply the next course in the feast.
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