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

"Argh!" Kevin screamed in pain. His right hand—raised to punch his wife—now had a gaping hole in the middle. Blood poured out, and the sheer agony nearly made him pass out.

Meanwhile, Milan, shocked by what had just happened, looked past Kevin and saw someone standing in the doorway with a handgun.

"Kael?" she whispered, eyes widening in disbelief. They were finally here. But instead of feeling relieved, her heart skipped a beat in fear. She saw her father's furious face as he entered the room, and without thinking, she rushed toward him. "Father!"

Surprised, Bach Ponce embraced his daughter, who trembled in fear and clung to him tightly. "Don't worry, I'm here now. I'll protect you."

"Father… I thought you were dead," Milan sobbed as tears streamed down her face.

"I'm not. And I'm also not letting you suffer under him ever again," Bach said coldly, glaring at Kevin, who was clutching his bleeding hand. "This bastard has been ruining your life from the moment you met him. He's nothing but a disgusting pig."

"D*mn you, old man!" Kevin roared, his pain-fueled rage turning his eyes red. "How are you still alive after getting caught in the Fissure?! You should've stayed dead!"

Bach gently patted his daughter's back before pushing her aside. "So that's it. You thought I was dead… and that gave you the guts to come here? To steal what's not yours? To hurt my daughter?"

"Yes! And I'm not leaving until I get what I want!" Kevin screamed, ignoring the pain as he charged at the Miner.

Because of his enhanced strength—enough to match at least three men—Kevin closed the distance in a blink. He clenched his uninjured hand and swung a punch.

But another gunshot rang out.

A hole appeared in Kevin's other hand. The force staggered him back, and with both hands now in agony, he dropped to his knees.

Bloodied and breathless, Kevin lifted his hands and stared at them, finally processing the pain—and where it had come from.

His gaze shifted, and he saw an unfamiliar man holding his wife gently with one arm, while the other pointed a gun straight at him.

At first, Kevin couldn't comprehend what was happening through the haze of pain. But when it finally clicked, the fury in his chest exploded like wildfire. "How dare you!"

His roar made Kael pause—his hand was already dangerously close to Milan's bottom.

"You finally showed your true colors, you b*tch!" Kevin snarled, trying to clench his fist—only for the pain to make him wince. "You're a whore! Just like your mother!"

"Watch your mouth!" Bach shouted, his face red with rage. Without caring for his old bones, he charged forward and threw a punch.

But Kevin, despite his injuries, was still a Primer—his Stat Points had been focused on strength. He effortlessly dodged the attack and sent a vicious kick to Bach's side, launching him across the room and into the back of the sofa.

Bach hit the ground hard. He could feel his ribs crack from the impact. Coughing violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Father!"

Milan tried to rush over to him, but Kael held her back.

"Don't. That guy will hurt you," Kael said, shaking his head.

"But…" Milan looked at her father, whose body shook with every painful breath.

Bach had only taken one kick, but the damage... it was like he'd been hit by a car.

Primers weren't just respected, they were feared. Even without a Suit, they could kill ordinary humans like they were nothing more than chickens. A single kick from a Level Five, unsuited Primer could leave someone coughing blood, just like what was happening to Milan's father.

Having a strong body is one of the requirements to wear a suit, especially a good Exoskeleton Suit. If a Primer's body isn't up to the standard of their suit, the results will do more harm than good. At worst, their body could explode from the overwhelming energy the suit generates.

That's why many fear Primers, especially normal humans.

Primers aren't heroes. Not all of them are good. In fact, some are worse than ordinary humans… just like Milan's husband. They've become more of a threat than the Fissures themselves.

"He doesn't care anymore," Kael said, eyeing Milan's husband. "He's a madman who'd kill his own wife. Don't worry, your father's fine. Why don't you head upstairs and comfort your daughter? I'll take care of things down here."

All this time, Milan's daughter had been crying—and her cries were growing louder by the second.

"But… he's a Primer, and you're not," Milan said, staring at Kael with worry in her eyes.

"Primer or not, the ones I hate will suffer," Kael replied, stepping forward. "And one of the things I hate… is domestic violence."

Especially against women I'm going to f*ck, Kael thought, glancing back at Milan. He said those words not because he meant them, but because it just felt right given their current situation.

"Be careful," Milan said before running to the side where she could reach the stairs.

"B*tch, stay! I won't let you go unless I say so!" Kevin roared, trying to chase after her—but a bullet struck the floor in front of him, forcing him to halt.

"No. You're the one who's going to stay," Kael said, aiming the gun at him.

"F*ck you. I don't know what game you're playing, but you're messing with the wrong person," Kevin growled, unfazed despite the gun pointed at him. "I heard you're just a normal human. Where the hell did you get the balls to aim a gun at me?!"

Knowing the man in front of him was just an ordinary human, Kevin brimmed with confidence. The only reason he'd taken two bullets was because he'd been careless.

The pain was real, but manageable. Now that he was focused, he started plotting how to close the distance and kill the bastard.

Even though he was already at Level Five, his body still had its limits—and bullets could still injure him like anyone else.

But Kevin was sure, as long as he was prepared, he could dodge the bullet and crush the man's head in a single blow.

"Normal?" Kael smirked. "Why don't you come over here and find out?"

"I'll kill you! You and that b*tch… I'll make sure you never see each other again!" Kevin roared, his killing intent erupting like a wildfire. The thought of this man sleeping with his wife only fueled the rage burning in his chest.

His eyes scanned the room until they landed on the table. With a powerful kick, he sent it flying toward the door.

Gotcha. Kevin's eyes glinted dangerously as the airborne table blocked Kael's vision. Using his enhanced body, he bolted to the right—away from the gun's line of fire.

"Die!" Kevin shouted, clenching his wounded fist. He gritted his teeth through the pain, knowing the agony would be worth it the moment his punch turned the man's skull to mush.

He was going to kill the man *fcking his wife—maybe that would cool the fury in his heart. He knew himself well enough to recognize his anger issues often led to bad decisions… not that he ever regretted them. He'd long since learned how to walk off regret. Once he was done, he'd kill Bach, then go upstairs and f*ck his wife until she couldn't think straight.

Then, finally, he'd take what he'd always wanted—her dead mother's Exoskeleton Suit, the one he'd been eyeing ever since they got together.

If pretending to be good didn't work, then fine. He'd be evil.

As he rushed past the flying table—just before it could hit the man—Kevin threw his punch, expecting to see Kael's head cave in. But what he pictured in his mind… was far from reality.

His eyes widened. Kael was gone.

The man had disappeared—as if he'd never been there in the first place.

Frozen in shock, Kevin didn't react fast enough. The table slammed into his side, sending him crashing into the doorframe. Splinters burst into the air as parts of the wooden frame tore off. He stumbled out the door, barely regaining his balance.

And when he turned around, his blood turned cold.

Kael was standing in the doorway, gun raised and aimed directly at him.

"H-how?!" Kevin shouted, emotions in turmoil. He couldn't figure out how the man had vanished.

"Why would I tell you?" Kael smiled, his finger resting on the trigger. "Now that you're outside… just turn around and walk away."

Bach's house was in the Residential Zone. Just a few blocks away was the main highway. People were walking along the sidewalk, and now they were all turning to stare at Kevin, eyes narrowing at the chaos unfolding outside the home.

With every stare, Kevin felt smaller—like an ant being burned under the sun.

"Walk away?" Kevin glared at Kael, gritting his teeth. "What you did was just a cheap trick! Drop the gun and fight me like a real man!"

Kael said nothing. He just stared—cold, unmoving. Seconds passed before he finally spoke.

"No."

Then he pulled the trigger.

Kevin smirked mockingly, ready to shout something back—but his smile twisted in agony as sharp pain shot through his leg. He looked down. A clean hole was torn through his right thigh, blood pouring out and soaking his pants.

"Argh! You—!" Kevin collapsed onto one knee, clutching the wound.

"F*ck! F*ck! I… I'll kill you!"

"You storm into a house and hurt a family… You think just because you're strong, you can do whatever the hell you want?" Kael said as he walked over, stopping in front of him. "You're not a man. You're a coward with a small d*ck. Milan doesn't deserve a piece of sh*t like you."

He raised the gun, tapping the barrel against Kevin's forehead. "So, tell me—how do you want to die? Here… or here?"

The gun shifted, then Kael jammed the barrel into Kevin's mouth.

"#&@*!@—" Kevin's eyes widened in horror, his words garbled and muffled. He tried to speak, to plead—but fear gripped his heart. All the confidence he had vanished. He had been dead wrong. The man standing before him wasn't someone he could handle.

He was a demon.

"What?" Kael mocked, placing a hand behind his ear. "I couldn't hear you. You want me to decide?"

He tilted his head.

"Alright then… I pick your mouth."