After Death, I Became a Superhuman

"What kind of people are you!?"

The voice came from the direction of the camp. Several people turned back at the sound, only to see a group of fully armed soldiers surrounding the direction they had landed from.

Heavy armor, black cloaks, and long spears in hand, they formed a tall iron wall when they gathered.

They were the soldiers in this camp.

"We mean no harm."

The captain of the Flying Shield stepped forward, raising his hands.

"We come from another present world. It's a different world, if you don't understand the concept of the present world. We're just here to find someone."

"Huh, of course you are."

One of the soldiers in the group stepped forward. At first glance, he looked like a mass-produced soldier, but upon closer inspection, his armor style seemed to have some differences from the others.

He was the captain of this group.

"Do you believe what you're saying?"

"I'm telling the truth." The captain of the Flying Shield was serious, with a unique glint in his eyes. "Please believe us."

The captain stared into his eyes, feeling as if the sincerity in his eyes was rare in the world. His expression and eyes were so sincere that it made people involuntarily want to trust him.