Exo Seeker: The Strongest Human Woke Up In The Future!

Kael and the miner parted ways with the young man Trey. They agreed to meet later—maybe tomorrow—after exchanging their Status Band IDs.

Using a Status Band, Primers could communicate with each other no matter where they were in the world, as long as they had a connection to the UniNet, of course.

The miner and Kael hopped into a car, with Bach taking the steering wheel.

"Don't mind my car, it's a bit dirty. I haven't had the time to clean this piece of garbage," Bach said, using his fingerprint to start the vehicle.

The miner's car had been with him for many years, and some might even say it was a classic. It resembled a Mustang—but more futuristic. Like a futuristic garbage truck.

Kael had seen plenty of cars like this before, which meant it was a common vehicle.

"I bought this from a friend, with my meager miner salary. So it's very important to me," Bach said as the vehicle started moving.

"As long as it serves its purpose," Kael replied, not minding the dirt on his back.

"Haha, right," Bach chuckled. "Is it alright if we stop by my house before heading to the mine?"

"I'll follow your arrangements," Kael nodded. Truthfully, he was also curious to see the look on the miner's daughter's face—specifically, how she would look at him now that they had a deal.

A deal Kael had been looking forward to, aside from wanting to see the mine where he was found.

As the vehicle entered the highway, the scenery outside became a blur, and Kael leaned back, watching the buildings fly past him.

...

Milan Ponce had been waiting for news about her father, but even after hours passed, no one called the circular device she held tightly in her hand.

She looked out the window and saw the sun beginning to set.

Milan bit her finger, her foot tapping restlessly against the floor. "Please… be okay…"

She decided to wait a few more minutes before calling her uncle. But her hand was already tapping the circular device—and soon, a ringing sound echoed before a rough voice answered.

"Uncl—" Milan couldn't finish her words, because the next second, her uncle's excited voice cut in.

"Oh Milan! I was just about to call you! Great news!"

Milan's heart skipped a beat. Then a smile bloomed across her face. "He's alright?"

"He's doing great! I heard a Primer managed to find him. They even fought off some huge monsters just to get out! D*mn, I wish I could go and hear his story firsthand. He's gonna be so smug about this!"

"Thank you, Uncle," Milan smiled.

They continued talking for a while longer before ending the call.

Milan collapsed onto the sofa as the stress she'd been holding onto finally melted away. And as her uncle's words echoed in her mind, only now did she remember her deal with the man who called himself Kael Draven.

"Did he…?" Milan muttered before shaking her head. "It should be impossible. There's no way he actually pulled it off. He's just a normal person."

One of the reasons she made that deal in the first place was because she didn't believe Kael would be able to save her father. But if he could… then she would have to follow through.

"It's not like I made that deal hoping he'd fail," Milan said with a bitter smile.

She headed upstairs to check on her daughter, then returned to the living room to wait for her father.

Milan knew her father well. If something like this happened—if his life had been in danger—he would come rushing to her just to say that everything was okay.

He'd been doing that ever since she was a child. Well, it just meant that Bach had been through a lot of life-and-death situations.

Thinking about it, Milan couldn't help but chuckle.

She didn't have to wait long before someone knocked on the door.

Her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly ran toward it. "Coming!" she shouted, her hand already on the doorknob. But the moment she opened it, her excited expression froze—then turned ice cold.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice emotionless, with a sharp hint of threat.

"To say hello to my wife and daughter," a man's voice echoed. It sounded sweet—but Milan knew better than to believe his tone or smile.

"You don't have a wife anymore. And my daughter is my daughter," Milan said coldly, slowly closing the door. "I'll only say this once—f*ck off and never show your face to my family again."

He wore an oversized blue tuxedo, hair stiff with gel, hawk-like eyes, and sunken cheeks. He stood at least six feet tall. Though somewhere between skinny and average, his height made him look imposing.

At first, there was an amiable smile on his face. But after hearing Milan's words, that smile disappeared—replaced by a cold glare and a smirk full of mockery.

The man raised his hand, stopping the door from closing.

"You know, Milan… if you didn't have something I want, I would've left you long ago. Well, not until I was done with your body, of course. Come to think of it, I bet you miss being pounded by me. Why don't we go upstairs and talk while you scream my name?" he said, his lecherous eyes scanning Milan from head to toe as he licked his lips.

"You're disgusting!" Milan spat in his face and shoved the door hard.

But no matter how hard she pushed, it didn't budge. It was like trying to move a wall. Unmovable. Milan gritted her teeth, glaring at her ex-husband.

The man raised his other hand and wiped the spit off his face. He stared at it for a second—then licked it.

"I'll never get tired of your fluids, Milan. But you're being disrespectful. And you know what I do to people who disrespect me?"

As his voice turned colder, Milan couldn't help but recall the past—when they were still together. Every time Kevin got angry, he used his fists. He beat her so badly once that she nearly lost her life. It made her realize that blindly loving someone was just another form of suicide. So, she left—with her daughter.

"Kevin… don't do this. If you dare, I'll make sure you suffer more than death! I've had enough of you!" Milan shouted, her hands clutching the doorway so tightly her knuckles turned white. Even though she knew she couldn't match the strength of a Level Five Primer who had boosted himself with stat points, she still tried with everything she had to hold the door.

She knew exactly what would happen if he got inside. She would suffer—just like before.

"This isn't fair, Milan…" Kevin glared, his oppressive aura making the space feel suffocating. "You've had enough of me? That's not fair. Not fair. I guess you'll just have to learn the hard way."

With those words, he pushed the door open—hard. It slammed open, and Milan was thrown backward, falling onto the floor.

"Argh…" Milan grunted in pain, but she was given no time to gather her thoughts as a hand yanked her up by the hair.

"Milan… you are mine. And everything that's yours is mine. Say… why don't you just shut up and do whatever I want?" Kevin said, staring straight into her eyes.

"The… only thing that's yours… is your small d*ck!" Milan spat, then slapped him hard. The sound of her palm crashing against Kevin's cheek echoed through the room.

Kevin's head turned slightly from the impact, but he didn't stumble. He simply stared at Milan with cold, burning eyes. He didn't say a word—but the pulsing veins on his forehead and the sound of his teeth grinding said everything.

As they locked eyes in a silent standoff, a baby's cry echoed from upstairs.

Kevin took a deep breath, trying to calm his raging heart. "I really wanted to beat you until you realize that I'm someone you can't just get rid of. But there's something else I want, too."

"F*ck you…" Milan cursed, struggling to push him away. "You'll never get it! I won't let your filthy hands touch it!"

"Oh, my love, that's not for you to decide," Kevin smirked. "I heard what happened. He's dead, right? Tsk… what a shame. You must be devastated. He was a good father-in-law, raising such a beautiful daughter. With your body, I bet your mother was the same."

"Don't bring my mother into this…" Milan growled, glaring at her ex-husband like she was ready to tear him apart. "Her Suit is not something a coward like you could ever have. You're a piece of sh*t who feels proud over scraps of strength. You're nothing. Nothing!"

"You! I'll kill you!" Kevin finally snapped. He raised his hand, balling it into a fist. Wife or not, the fury inside him refused to die—not until he got what he came for.

With a roar, he pulled his fist back and hurled it straight at her face!

Milan's eyes widened. And in that instant, the image of her daughter living alone in this cruel world—full of monsters like her husband—made her heart shatter. Tears streamed down her face as fear flooded her chest.

But then—

A sharp, metallic bang rang out.

Milan collapsed to the floor.

And Kevin screamed in pain.