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

An hour after Kael left.

Milan was feeding her daughter on the sofa while her father prepared breakfast in the kitchen.

The sound of sucking echoed softly as Milan breastfed her baby.

"Ouch," Milan winced as her daughter bit and tugged on her breast. "Hey, what are you doing?"

Her baby responded by pulling harder, causing even more pain. This was the first time her daughter had done something like this, and Milan didn't know how to react at first. As the pain intensified, she instinctively pulled back, creating a soft popping sound between her and the baby.

"Ouch!" Milan yelped in pain.

"What happened?" Bach called from the kitchen.

"Nothing!" Milan responded quickly, then narrowed her eyes at her baby, who laughed in return. Hearing that laughter, the pain in her breast mysteriously vanished, and all the burdens on her shoulders seemed to melt away.

"You really are my magical girl," Milan whispered, hugging her baby tightly. Every time her daughter smiled or laughed, it felt as if the world smiled with her. Like a miracle, every worry faded, along with the fatigue weighing on her body.

Her daughter snuggled her head into Milan's shoulder, and a moment later, she was fast asleep.

"She's really a quick sleeper," Bach said, walking into the living room with two plates in hand.

"Haha, yeah. All she does is eat and be cute all day—maybe that's a tiring job," Milan chuckled, gently caressing her daughter's cheek.

"She got that cuteness from her grandfather," Bach smirked, pointing at himself with a proud expression.

"Your words make the wind blow stronger, Father," Milan said with a shake of her head as she laid the baby on the sofa beside her.

"I'm not being boastful—I'm just telling the truth," Bach said, feigning hurt at being doubted.

"Yeah, yeah. Just like that guy," Milan muttered.

At the mention of that guy, both of them let out a sigh.

"This is a good thing… right?" Milan asked, leaning comfortably into the sofa.

"I followed my gut," Bach Ponce said with a smile. "And judging by everything that happened, I think it was the right call."

"Yeah." Milan nodded, her mind drifting back to the time in the basement… and that other time in the living room. Her face flushed red as she took a slow, deep breath. "If he hadn't shown up, maybe you'd still be inside that Fissure."

"You're right," Bach said. Just remembering that time—trapped in the cave with those Behemechs that could kill him without effort—sent a shiver down his spine. "I'd probably be long dead, and your ex-husband would've gotten away with taking advantage of you."

At the mention of Milan's ex-husband, the warm air in the room turned cold, as a quiet anger settled over both of them.

"I really hate him," Milan said flatly.

"Who doesn't? I should've known his true colors the moment you introduced him to us. I always trust my gut, but… seeing you so happy, I couldn't bring myself to speak up," Bach said, sighing in regret.

"I'm sorry for bringing him into our lives, Father," Milan said, her hands clenching, breath heavy.

"It's not your fault," Bach shook his head, then changed the subject. "Let's eat, and I'll tell you what happened inside that Fissure. My old heart can't keep it bottled up anymore."

They started eating, and Bach Ponce began to recount his tale inside the Grey Fissure.

"Really? He did that?" Milan asked, surprised.

"Yes! We even climbed his huge mountain!"

"You can climb?"

"No… I was pulled up by a young man. Anyway, I followed them and…"

They continued talking and laughing, and soon, the atmosphere returned to one of warmth and joy.

...

There's a saying: "Do not mention the Devil, or the Devil will come."

The sound of washing dishes echoed through the house as Bach cleaned up in the kitchen, while his daughter went upstairs to lay her baby in bed.

A few minutes later, Milan came back down to do her UniNet job. But just as she was about to head to her workroom, a sudden knock echoed from the front door. Milan turned and walked toward it, but just as her hand was about to touch the doorknob, her father's voice stopped her.

"Don't touch the door," Bach said from behind, his voice low, his face serious.

"Why?" Milan turned to look at him, and upon seeing the intensity in his eyes, she immediately nodded and stepped back behind him.

"Go get your daughter and escape through the backdoor. Do it quietly, but quick," Bach whispered.

Milan's expression turned grave with worry. She trusted her father deeply—just as he trusted his gut—so she obeyed without question and hurried quietly up the stairs.

But soon, her hurried footsteps echoed again as she rushed back down, breathing heavily, tears in her eyes.

"Father! She's gone!" Milan cried, tears streaking her cheeks.

"Sh*t!" Bach cursed, clenching his fists and running toward the door. But before he could reach it, the door exploded inward—shards of wood flying through the air. Bach instinctively stepped back to shield himself.

"Father!" Milan rushed to his side, helping steady him.

Together, they stared at the shattered doorway, where a man stepped inside, hands casually tucked in his pockets.

The man exuded menace. He stood at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders and arms thick with muscle—his black suit straining against the bulk of his frame.

His eyes were chilling—one silvery white, the other black as the void. A visible scar cut across the white eye, stretching down to the middle of his cheek, making his appearance even more threatening.

Just his presence made the air feel heavy and suffocating—like one wrong move would result in death.

Both Milan and Bach frowned in recognition. They knew this man. He worked for Milan's ex-husband.

As that realization hit, another figure stepped through the broken doorway—emerging from behind the scarred man.

Milan's ex-husband.

The moment her eyes landed on him, Milan screamed in panic.

"My daughter!" she cried, trying to run forward—but Bach held her back, gripping her wrist tightly.

"Hello, Milan. And your dog of a father," Kevin said with a smug grin.

In one arm, he held his daughter. But unlike a loving parent, he gripped her with a single hand—while the other hand held a knife pressed against the baby's neck.

The baby was still fast asleep, even smiling softly from time to time, lost in a peaceful dream.

It was a sight that would melt anyone's heart—but Kevin didn't spare her even a glance. His bloodshot eyes were locked solely on Milan and Bach.

"Haven't I told you?!" Kevin shouted, voice crazed. "You messed with the wrong person!"

The knife in his hand pressed closer to the baby's neck.

The child stirred, her smile fading as pain woke her from her dream.

"Please! Not my daughter!" Milan pleaded, her voice choked as she heard her baby's cry of pain. "Stop it! Don't hurt her!"

"Stop?!" Kevin laughed maniacally. "Hahaha! I will never stop! I will never stop until I get what I want!"

"But that's your daughter!" Milan cried, tears streaming endlessly down her cheeks. She wanted to rush forward and save her baby, but knowing Kevin's twisted personality, she wouldn't be surprised if he actually hurt—or even killed—their child. As much as her heart screamed to act, she had to stay back.

"My daughter?!" Kevin roared, his laughter vanishing—replaced by rage. "You b*tch! There's no way this is my daughter! You probably f*cked hundreds of men—one of them's the real father! Don't patronize me, you sl*t!"

"I'm not patronizing you! Please, don't hurt her anymore!" Milan begged.

"You want to help her?" Kevin sneered, his eyes shamelessly scanning Milan from head to toe. "Then give me what I want."

"Tell me!" Milan cried, unable to bear watching her daughter sob with a blade to her neck. She already had a sinking feeling she knew what he would say.

"Hurry it up," the man beside Kevin muttered. Kevin gave a nod.

"First, you'll become my woman again—and follow every word I say!" Kevin barked. "Second, you'll tell us where the Suit is!"

Meanwhile, Bach was focused on the six-foot man beside Kevin. The guy looked to be in his forties, face unreadable, body brimming with quiet power. Bach's heart pounded, and his blood burned with the urge to strike—to slam his fist into that face and strangle the life out of him. But he couldn't. Not when his granddaughter's life was hanging by a thread.

That man in the black suit—he was one of the Primers. One of the bastards who had betrayed Mira, Bach's wife. A former teammate of hers who turned on her inside the Fissure… all for the Artefact.

This was Kevin's boss. The reason Kevin acted so fearlessly. The source of his arrogance.

"Leave my daughter and granddaughter alone," Bach said, stepping in front of Milan. "If it's the Suit you want… I know where it is."

"Don't act like you can order us!" Kevin shouted, eyes wild. "Milan is mine! I'll do whatever I want with her! If you don't want your granddaughter dead, then let Milan come with me and tell us where the Suit is!"

But Bach ignored the lunatic, his eyes locked on the man in the suit. His voice was steady. "I'll tell you where it is. Just leave my daughter and granddaughter alone."

"F*ck you, old man! Didn't you hear what I said? Are you deaf, huh? Or do you want to see your granddaughter's hea—"

Kevin couldn't finish his words as his boss raised a hand, signaling him to stop.

"Nice to finally meet you, Mira's husband," Kevin's boss said with a small smile on his face.