Reincarnated with the Country System

The rotors of the UH-60 Black Hawk sliced through the thick jungle air, a rhythmic whump-whump-whump reverberating inside the cabin. The ISSD team sat in tight formation, their faces obscured by tinted visors and combat helmets.

Each man was clad in advanced combat armor, matte black with anti-ballistic plating, night-vision visors, and integrated comms. Their weapons—HK416s, AA-12 shotguns, and a single IM-32 Pyrocaster flamethrower—were locked and loaded.

No one spoke. This wasn't their first monster hunt.

The squad leader's radio buzzed, his earpiece crackling with HQ's transmission.

"Viper-One, confirm landing zone approach. You're two minutes out."

"Copy that, HQ." The squad leader responded, voice steady. "We're reading strong biosignatures below. Multiple unknowns. We'll have a sitrep on the ground."

The pilot's voice broke in over the comms. "We've got movement down there. Jungle's alive with something big."

No surprise.

That's why they were here.

The Black Hawk hovered just over the jungle canopy, the infrared scanners lighting up with red signatures moving through the dense foliage below.

"Green light! Move!"

The fast-ropes dropped, and the ISSD team slid down into the jungle, boots hitting the soft, damp earth.

The helicopter left after delivering them to their destination.

Silence.

Only the hum of the jungle, the distant chirping of insects. Then—

A guttural clicking.

"Movement. Ten o'clock," one of the operators hissed through his comms, raising his HK416.

The team snapped into formation, weapons trained on the shifting brush ahead.

Then it came.

A hulking shape, two meters tall, covered in bone-like armor, crawling on four powerful limbs. Its head split open into four mandibles, drooling thick, yellow saliva that sizzled as it hit the dirt.

Designation: Bone-Ripper

Threat Level: Beta

Height: 2.1 meters

Mass: 180 kg

Known Traits: Extreme durability, enhanced speed, razor-sharp forelimbs

Primary Weapons: Armored claws (30 cm), acidic bite, subterranean burrowing

The Bone-Ripper sniffed the air once—then lunged.

The ISSD squad opened fire.

Muzzle flashes ripped through the darkness, rounds hammering into the monster's plated hide. The HK416s spat 5.56mm tungsten-core rounds, each shot punching through layers of bone plating.

The Bone-Ripper shrieked, stumbling, but kept moving.

"Switching to HE rounds!"

One of the operators dropped his rifle, swung up his AA-12, and pulled the trigger.

The semi-auto shotgun barked, launching explosive 12-gauge shells. The first round blew off one of the creature's front legs. The second tore open its chest, spilling blackened organs onto the ground.

The monster twitched, spasmed—then collapsed into the mud.

Silence.

Then a sharp scream tore through the trees.

More of them.

Contact

"Multiple targets!"

From the underbrush, three more Bone-Rippers emerged, their glowing red eyes locking onto the ISSD team.

"Flamethrower up!"

The IM-32 Pyrocaster operator stepped forward, triggering the ignition system. A roaring column of napalm exploded forward, engulfing the charging creatures in a torrent of liquid fire.

They shrieked, thrashing as their armor plates superheated and cracked. The sickening stench of burning flesh filled the air.

The ISSD squad kept firing, continuously, until the jungle became quiet again.

"Area secure."

The squad leader exhaled, glancing at the bio-scanner mounted on his wrist. The red blips marking enemy movement were gone—for now.

"HQ, this is Viper-One. Contact neutralized. Hostiles confirmed. We've got multiple Beta-class aberrants."

HQ responded immediately. "Understood. Any sign of the source?"

The team advanced. Through the trees, something unnatural came into view.

A massive stone structure, partially buried under thick jungle vines, covered in glowing blue sigils. It yawned open like a mouth, the entrance descending into total darkness.

The air was colder here. Stale. Wrong.

"Looks like we found our dungeon."

One of the tech officers scanned the entrance with his bio-meter.

The screen glowed red.

Energy signatures off the charts.

"Sir…" the tech said slowly. "This thing is active."

"HQ, be advised. We have an active dungeon. Repeat, this dungeon is still operational. Requesting further instructions."

The response came fast.

"Proceed with caution. Do not engage unless necessary. We need to assess the threat level before committing heavy firepower. Enter as scouts. We need eyes inside."

The squad lead nodded.

"Alright, boys. We go in quiet. No unnecessary fights. Strict recon."

No one complained.

They were a specialized group and they had entered dungeons like this before. This island was home to monsters before Alberto arrived. Especially this southern area where they are now. On Alberto's orders, the entire place was bombed and several kilometers of area were destroyed just to eliminate the monsters that were here. In addition, more soldiers were also sent to destroy the remaining monsters. This operation lasted for several weeks and was ended after the island was completely free of monsters. The dungeons were also destroyed as they were the breeding grounds for monsters. However, recently these dungeons have started to reappear, which have started to spawn monsters. Which was a new problems for the Bernard. Since they are completely new to this subject.

ISSD members checked their weapons, activated their night-vision optics, and stepped into the abyssal dark.

The moment they entered, the sound died.

No more jungle. No insects. Just a low, pulsating hum that came from somewhere deep inside.

The dungeon walls were slick, like organic stone, covered in pulsing veins of blue luminescence.

A nauseating smell filled the air—rot, blood, something else. Something old.

The bio-scanners went haywire.

One of the tech officers whispered, his voice tense.

"I'm picking up… something big."

The squad lead raised a fist—hold position.

Then, ahead of them, something moved.

Not one thing.

A dozen.

The glow from their helmets illuminated the chamber ahead—a vast, cavernous expanse. And at its center…

A nest.

Pulsing, translucent sacs hung from the ceiling like grotesque fruit, each one the size of a man. Inside, shadowy figures twitched—half-formed horrors waiting to be born.

Eggs.

"Hive cluster. Active breeding site. These things are maturing."

"HQ needs to know this." The Captain tapped his comms. "Command, Viper-One. Confirmed dungeon activity. We've got a live nest. Repeat, live nest."

Static. Then—

"Understood. Proceed to lower levels. Locate the Core. Do not engage unless necessary."

"Copy. Moving deeper."