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

Seeing the fear in Kevin's eyes, Kael smiled—a satisfied, cold smile. "Goodbye," he said, preparing to pull the trigger.

But before he could, a voice shouted from behind.

"Kael, stop!"

Kael's finger, already halfway into squeezing the trigger, paused. He glanced behind him. The man with the gun shoved in his mouth also turned toward the voice, his eyes lighting up with hope.

Bach Ponce stood in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, the other clutching his bleeding side. "Kael… stop. Don't kill him."

"Oh?" Kael raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? He didn't hesitate to hurt you. He would've killed your family without blinking. And you don't want him dead?"

"I want him dead… more than ever," Bach said, forcing himself to walk a few pained steps forward. His breath hitched between each word. "Just thinking about him makes my skin crawl. But killing him won't do you any good… We're not inside the Fissure. Here, there are laws. People are watching. There are witnesses. Drop the gun… let him go."

Kael stared at the miner for a moment, then glanced around. Sure enough, passersby had stopped and were now silently watching everything unfold.

With a quiet sigh, Kael pulled the gun from Kevin's mouth. Kevin doubled over, coughing and choking.

"You know, there's one thing I'm sure of," Kael said. "People like him don't stop. They never change. They're no better than the Behemechs—creatures who exist only to destroy. If I were you, I would've let me kill him."

"I know," Bach replied with a bitter smile. "But even if you kill him, there'll always be others like him. Killing him won't stop the trouble—it'll only bring more."

Kael narrowed his eyes, sensing there was more going on than he'd initially thought.

Meanwhile, Kevin wiped spit off his chin with the back of his hand. Then, using his uninjured leg, he forced himself up. He sneered at Bach and Kael.

"Old man… this isn't over. Like you said, whether I live or die, trouble's coming anyway. And it won't stop… not until I get what I want. Not until I'm done." He pointed a shaking, bloodied finger at them. "Today, I'll back off. But I will be back. And when I come, I'll kill you… and that b*tch daughter of yours."

His shout startled several onlookers, some gasping, others backing away.

"You—!" Bach pointed a trembling finger at Milan's ex-husband, veins bulging on his forehead. For a second, he almost wished Kael had pulled the trigger.

But before the miner could say a word, Kael's fist cracked across Kevin's jaw. He'd used the Speed Burst Technique—and the blow sent Kevin stumbling to the ground, blood gushing from his nose.

"You f*cker!" Kevin growled, blood dripping from his face. His red eyes glared up at Kael. "I'll make you suffer worse than death! Just you wait! Just you wait!"

He staggered to his feet and limped toward the sleek black sports car parked nearby. The engine roared to life, tires screeching as he tore off down the road—almost hitting a few pedestrians on the way out.

Kael and Bach watched as the car disappeared into the distance. Once it was gone, the White Prime turned to the miner.

"You're going to regret that decision."

"I'm already starting to," Bach muttered, sighing heavily. "Why… What did we do wrong? We treated him right. We accepted him. And this is how he repays us? By beating my daughter… by trying to kill us?"

"These people are monsters. Their hearts aren't human. They're machines—programmed to do whatever they want without a single thought for others. These people… they don't deserve to live," Kael said, and the way he spoke those words, it was clear he'd dealt with people like this before.

Which, in truth, he had.

As the White Prime for many years, he was confident in saying that while he hadn't seen everything, he had seen what most people couldn't—not even if they lived for hundreds of years.

Bach sighed. "You're right. Come on, let's go inside. I need to take some meds… I think I'm bleeding internally."

Kael nodded and walked beside him, helping the injured miner into the house.

Once inside, he eased Bach onto the sofa, then grabbed some medicine and bandages to tend to the internal damage.

The crying upstairs had finally stopped, and soon enough, Milan came back down with a worried expression. She looked around, saw that her ex-husband was gone, and let out a shaky breath of relief.

But it didn't last long—not when she remembered her father's condition.

"Father… are you alright?" Milan asked, sitting beside him.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it," Bach said, waving his hand after downing a few pills. "These meds will fix me up."

"Good, good," Milan said, trying to smile. Then her eyes shifted to Kael, who was sitting across from them. "Are you… okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a few broken bones," Kael said, lifting his right hand, now wrapped in white bandages.

Being a regular human now, punching Kevin had broken his hand.

That bastard had dumped all his Stat Points into Strength, which made his body unnaturally tough for his level.

Kael knew the consequences when he threw the punch. He didn't even grunt. He was used to pain. Hell, the Drakorite Technique brought pain worse than shattered bones.

"My god… this is all my fault…" Milan broke down, tears falling. "I should've never married that man!"

"No, no, it's not your fault," Bach said, patting her back. "He manipulated you. Don't blame yourself."

Kael leaned forward, eyes sharp and serious. "I'm Kael Draven. The White Prime. I made a promise to repay your family for helping me. Just say the word—I'll hunt him down and kill him."

Bach and Milan both stared at him, stunned. Even now, he insisted he was that White Prime—the legendary Exo Primeval.

"I…" Milan struggled to respond. In the end, she simply shook her head. "Don't bother. You'll only bring more trouble on yourself."

"That's what I said," Bach added, and with a silent understanding, the two decided to ignore Kael's claim altogether.

Kael narrowed his eyes at them and shifted into a more relaxed position on the couch.

So this is one of the struggles of the weak, he thought.

It had been so long since he'd dealt with problems like these. Back when he was just a nobody—just a gigolo from Earth with nothing but good looks and a big d*ck.

After becoming the White Prime and spending years as the strongest human alive, Kael had nearly forgotten what these kinds of "small" problems even felt like.

He was used to dealing with problems that could affect the universe—battles where planets could be wiped out with a single move. The matters of the mundane world had become nothing more than distant memories, shelved in the deepest corner of his mind.

But after being sealed in ice for a hundred years and losing his powers, Kael was reduced to a weak and 'normal' human once again. And with that status, the struggles and problems he faced also downgraded.

One of the things he had long buried—the feeling of being connected to the planet, of being one with the people—began to surface again.

Kael felt like he was back on his home planet. A faint smile tugged at his lips, though it didn't last long.

"Why did he come here?" Kael asked, curious about why Milan's ex-husband had stormed into their home—though deep down, he already had a good idea.

Hearing the question, Milan turned to her father. Bach gave her a slight nod.

"My mother was also a Primer," Milan began, her voice shifting into something more serious… more nostalgic. "She ranked somewhere between middle and top. Closed hundreds of Fissures and earned her own Suit. She was… the most amazing woman I've ever known. Strong. Kind. Always had a smile on her face... even in the worst moments."

Bach Ponce listened in silence, his jaw clenching. The mention of his wife stirred something deep in him, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Milan noticed and placed her hand gently on his, trying to comfort him. "But…"

"Disaster struck," Kael finished.

"Yes." Milan nodded. "She was betrayed. By her own teammate."

Kael glanced at the miner. His rage was quiet but clear—his eyes shut, his fists clenched.

"It was a Blue Fissure. Almost Yellow. There were dozens of them. It was supposed to be easy—they'd done it numerous of times," Bach said. "But one of them found something… an Artefact. I don't know much about it, but the moment they saw it, things changed. They fought over it. My wife tried to stop them. Tried to mediate. But things got ugly. The Artefact… it did something. Latched onto her Suit. And they… they…"

Bach's voice trailed off. The more he thought about it, the more his anger boiled.

"They thought she was taking it for herself," Milan said, tears now streaming down her face. "They attacked her. Tried to take her Suit. She… she managed to escape using a Return Cube. She came home to us. But she was badly injured. We wanted to take her to the hospital, but she refused… and then… she died right in front of us. We couldn't do anything. Just… watch her take her last breath."

Kael sat up straight, expression hard. "Did she have time to explain everything?"

"No," Milan said, wiping her eyes. "But her Suit had a BattleLog Module. It recorded everything from the moment she stepped into the Fissure. It's in the basement. Come, I'll show you."

"Alright." Kael stood and followed her, leaving Bach behind, still seated, still lost in his grief.