Reincarnated with the Country System

Dungeon

"Fucking move!"

Viper-One's squad leader barely had time to finish the order before the hive erupted.

The cavern exploded with motion—too many things moving at once, chitin scraping against chitin, a chorus of clicking mandibles and high-pitched screeches that drowned out the gunfire.

The flamethrower roared, spitting jets of liquid fire that bloomed across the incoming swarm. Screams—not human screams—filled the space as the first wave ignited, thrashing as their flesh melted, exoskeletons bursting from the heat.

But it wasn't enough.

They kept coming.

Fast.

Too fast.

"CONTACT LEFT!" someone shouted—then he was gone. A blur of claws dragged him into the darkness, his screams cut off mid-breath.

Bullets shredded the air, but for every monster that dropped, two more replaced it. Black limbs, serrated and wet, reached through the gaps. Something chittered right next to them—too close—a soldier turned, shotgun raised—

The thing pounced, and his torso was ripped open like wet paper.

"BACK TO THE STAIRWELL!" the squad leader barked, dragging the tech specialist by the vest. "NOW!"

The squad collapsed into tactical retreat—no panic, no wasted movement, just the brutal efficiency of soldiers who knew they were fucked and still chose to fight.

But the stairwell was moving.

The escape route sealed shut with a sickening wet snap, leaving them trapped inside.

"Fucking dungeon's shifting!"

"No shit!"

The squad leader cursed, checking his ammo. Three mags left. It wouldn't be enough. Not for this.

A shadow loomed.

The Queen moved.

The Hive Queen descended from her grotesque throne, limbs unfolding with a grace that should have been impossible for something that size.

She did not charge.

She did not rush.

She stalked.

Because she knew—they were already dead.

Her mouth—or what passed for one—split open, revealing something like a mockery of human teeth, but too many rows deep.

Her eyes—so many fucking eyes—locked onto the squad leader.

A spike of cold fear punched through his stomach.

"Fuck you," the squad leader spat, raising his rifle.

He emptied the mag directly into her skull. Every round.

It didn't even flinch.

She moved.

Too fast—too goddamn fast—one swipe, and the squad leader's arm was gone from the elbow down.

The pain didn't register. Shock was mercy.

He saw his own blood splash across the pulsing walls. The Hive drank it.

Then he saw the Queen's claws.

Serrated. Wet. Still holding his severed arm.

And then—she stabbed him through the stomach.

There was no scream. Just the sound of meat tearing.

Then silence.

No one survived.

The Hive made sure of that.

One by one, they were ripped apart, bodies split like overripe fruit. Blood pooled at their feet, mixing with the thick, black fluid that oozed from the dungeon walls.

The last soldier standing—Viper-Four, the flamethrower specialist—did not run.

He stood his ground, weapon raised, teeth clenched.

"FUCK. YOU."

And he pulled the trigger.

The entire chamber went up in flames.

For a moment—just a moment—the Hive screamed.

However, the Hive Queen survived the fire.

Of course, she did.

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She stepped forward, body blackened but intact, molten chitin hardening as she regenerated in real-time.

The flamethrower ran out of fuel.

The last soldier laughed.

And then she silenced him.

And she slit his throat.

The flames dimmed.

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Barrows Redoubt, 7 Kilometers Outside the City

The morning light was still faint, casting an eerie glow over Barrows Redoubt—a hastily constructed defensive position just outside the city. The base was surrounded by thick forest. The atmosphere was tense, too quiet for comfort.

Sergeant Luis Mendez stood at the base's perimeter, scanning the treeline with the practiced eyes of a soldier. The night had been uneventful, save for the occasional radio transmission from the forward scouts. But now, the oppressive calm felt like the prelude to something worse.

Mendez keyed his comm, still waiting for an update from the ISSD team. They had gone silent an hour ago, but there was nothing about this situation that felt right. It happened. They'd assumed Viper-One was just deep inside some eldritch meat cave, hacking through monsters, doing their job.

Then, it came.

A low, vibrating hum, the kind of sound that rattled the bones in your chest. Mendez's eyes darted to the horizon.

"Command, this is Redoubt. We've got activity outside the perimeter. Something's wrong. We need eyes on it, over," Mendez ordered, his voice sharp but controlled.

Static crackled through the comms. Then a distorted voice, barely audible, broke through.

"—Hive... breaching containment... repeat, the Hive's lost control—"

The transmission cut out.

Shit.

Mendez didn't wait for confirmation. He turned to his squad, all of them ready at their posts. This was no time for hesitation.

"Everyone, fall in! Grab your gear. We've got incoming," he barked, his voice hard as iron.

The squad moved quickly, checking their weapons, securing their packs, and taking their positions.

A massive tremor shook the ground beneath their boots. The forest around them seemed to shudder, the trees swaying like they were caught in an unseen storm.

"Contact!"

The first of the creatures burst from the trees, skittering across the forest floor in a blur of motion. It was fast—too fast—and it was massive.

A hulking shape, gleaming black exoskeleton reflecting the morning light. Clawed legs scraped across the dirt, and jagged mandibles clicked in the air.

"What the hell is that?"

"It doesn't matter. Shoot to kill!" Mendez barked. "Hold your fire until it's within range."

The creature lunged, but a burst of gunfire from one of the soldiers tore through its chest, forcing it to the ground. The thing squirmed for a moment, its body twitching, before going still. But it wasn't over.

Not even close.

From the trees, a second, then a third, emerged—more of them, each one larger than the last, their bodies built like living weapons.

"We're getting swarmed!"

"Get those flamers set up!" Mendez shouted. "We need to create a perimeter! Hit them hard!"

The squad moved, pulling up heavy-duty flamethrowers and setting up barricades from the available equipment. The heat from the flames roared to life, and the creatures closest to them shrieked as they were consumed by fire. The scent of burning flesh mixed with the acrid smoke, filling the air.

But still, the swarm pressed on.

"They're everywhere!"

More creatures poured from the depths of the forest. The sight of them was nightmarish—some crawled on all fours, while others ran upright on two legs.

"Get down!" Mendez yelled, diving to the dirt as a series of explosions rang out overhead.

Air support was here.

Four sleek, high-performance attack helicopters, armed with rockets and guided missiles, screamed overhead, their blades cutting through the smoke-filled sky. They unloaded their payloads on the swarm, targeting the largest concentrations of creatures. Explosions rocked the ground, sending bodies flying, but still, they kept coming.

"That's not going to hold them! We need more firepower, more heavy hitters!" one soldier said.

"I'm working on it!" Mendez growled, pulling out his comm device. His hands shook as he keyed in the command for artillery support. "Command, this is Redoubt! We need a hellfire barrage—marking coordinates now! Over."

Static answered.

"Damn it!" Mendez spat, his frustration growing. The creatures had already breached the line. There was no room for mistakes now.

Suddenly, a monstrous shape broke through the smoke and fire—a colossal creature, easily fifteen feet tall, its limbs twisted and gnarled, with a massive maw that snapped open and closed like a grotesque trap.

The Hive Queen had arrived.