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

If a leader is afraid—hiding behind walls or flying in the sky dodging everything while barking orders like a coward—it's better to deal with their goons rather than aim directly at them.

Take a piece of their skin one by one until they've had enough, until they're angry and bold enough to face their enemy head-on.

However, in this case, the leader of the Ghost Behemechs only had two subordinates under its command—and it couldn't afford to let them fall while it hovered above, shouting commands.

But that was exactly what Kael wanted.

With a smirk on his face, Kael continued bombarding one of the smaller Ghosts alongside his clone.

Their attacks landed on the same spot, and their movements were so synchronized it looked like a mirror was placed between them.

Unlike the first Ghost Behemech Kael killed, the one in front of them knew how to dodge, block, and—when it couldn't do either—twist its body to avoid taking damage to vital areas.

From the way these small Ghosts fought, they were better combatants than most Primers, who only relied on their suits and weapons.

Kael's bullet struck the small Ghost, making it wail in pain as its chest burst open—revealing a core surrounded by sparks of electricity.

They had been aiming at the same spot—its chest. Even if some bullets missed, they didn't stop.

"Got it," Kael muttered, raising his rifle and aiming at the core. But before he could pull the trigger, he noticed the leader of the Ghost Behemechs now just a few meters in front of him.

Its mouth opened, revealing blood-covered, razor-sharp teeth. Its arms were pulled back, claws gleaming.

Then, with a slash, its claws tore through the air, leaving an afterimage behind.

Prepared for such a scenario, Kael activated one of his Shield Tubes—specially modified to overclock its output.

Before the claws could reach him, a translucent, light-blue barrier materialized, blocking the attack and throwing off sparks.

But the shield only held for a second before it shattered. By then, Kael had already leapt backward, his Pulse Sniper Rifle aimed at the Ghost's chest.

A whirring sound echoed as his modified weapon reached full power—then fired an Energium Bullet with a loud bang!

The bullet split the air, chaotic wind swirling behind it as it shot toward the tallest Ghost Behemech almost instantly.

A massive impact followed. A shockwave erupted as the Behemech leader was sent crashing to the ground, carving a ravine and sending dirt flying in its wake.

Kael landed smoothly, blowing away the smoke from the barrel.

Modifying an advanced weapon was simple. It didn't take many tools to alter one. Kael only needed to tinker with the rifle a little to unlock its maximum output.

The advanced weapons on this planet weren't exactly high-level. In fact, with Kael's engineering knowledge, most of what he'd seen was only entry-level—and that was him being humble. If he were being boastful, he'd say the weapons here weren't even worth mentioning.

His clones continued fighting the remaining two Ghosts, and in no time, they managed to bring them down. Their bullets pierced the cores, causing a fiery explosion that engulfed the two in smoke and flame.

Shards of metal rained down—but no Growth Orbs followed.

"Tsk," Kael clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Looks like I'll have to hunt the bigger ones."

Kael walked toward the ravine where the tallest Behemech was trying to stand up.

The monster's chest had collapsed, exposing its inner circuitry, blood gushing out. Sparks of electricity flared occasionally, but Kael still couldn't see its core.

"Tough, but expected," the three Kaels muttered in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized.

The sound of them reloading echoed through the air, followed by the synchronized raising of rifles—all aimed at the Behemech's chest.

Their opponent had the strength of two or three Second Grade Behemechs, and from what Kael knew, these things were classified as Third Grade.

Kael smirked. Even this so-called Third Grade couldn't handle his Energium Shards and wits.

He wasn't as physically strong as this Behemech—just one slash could tear him apart—but knowing his enemy's weaknesses gave him a massive advantage.

Confidence brewing, he looked through his scope, zooming in on the grotesque, human-like face of the Behemech before shifting his gaze to its damaged chest.

The Behemech wailed in rage, tearing at its own hair. Then its deep red eyes locked onto Kael—and it lunged, flying straight at him!

"Come! Let's see if you can handle the three of us!" Kael shouted as he pulled the trigger.

A single bullet left a glowing trail through the air, slamming into the Behemech's crossed arms.

The Ghost let out a roar-like wail as metallic shards fell from its limbs.

Fury surged within the monster, and it charged at the irritating human with renewed ferocity.

Kael's eyes widened behind the scope—he saw only one trail in the air.

He glanced to his left and right, noticing dust particles scattered by the wind. Then he looked down—his clones hadn't fired. Their Energium Bullets lay unused on the ground.

"Oh, I see," Kael muttered—just as the Ghost appeared in front of him.

Without looking, Kael activated a Shield Tube just in time.

But the shield didn't fully materialize—it shattered the moment the claws struck.

"Oh sh*t—" Kael raised his sniper rifle, but it was too late. The claws tore through it and sent him flying.

He crashed hard, rolling across the ground before finally skidding to a stop.

Kael stared up at the night sky, blinking as waves of pain radiated from his chest. He glanced down and saw deep claw marks reaching the bone, blood pouring out like a fountain.

"I forgot I've got this sht Energy Reserve," Kael muttered in frustration, dragging himself upright. He glanced at the Third Grade Behemech—and saw the motherfcker laughing at him.

"Yeah, yeah, mock me. I deserve it."

Using Echo Step had sent his mind back a hundred years—to when he still had his suit, when his fists could shatter planets. Back then, he could use his Skills freely, never worrying about Energy Reserves running dry.

But this fight just now... it made him forget.

Forget that without Energy Reserves, his Skills wouldn't even activate.

Kael glanced at his Energy Reserves—now sitting at zero—then took a deep breath and activated the Drakorite Tribe's Breathing Technique.

Besides allowing him to last longer in battle and maintain his strength through constant use, this breathing technique could also help with wounds. It could slow the bleeding, lessen the pain, and even heal minor injuries, all while supplying the body with more energy.

However, once Kael stopped using this technique, he would experience unbearable pain—enough to drive anyone insane. After all, the technique wasn't designed for human physiology. Unless it had been revised specifically for the human body—which it had in Kael's case—the consequences would still remain if the user lacked the strength to handle it.

As the wailing laughter of the Ghost Behemech echoed around him, Kael used the time to ease his wounds—slowing the blood flow and dulling the pain.

There was a healing technique from the Drakorite Tribe, but it required immense strength—enough to fight a Yellow Final Boss or stronger. Otherwise, the human body would literally explode, even if the technique had been revised.

Kael could use that healing technique, but only for a few moments—and even if he succeeded, the cost would leave him in a vegetative state, which was worse than exploding.

After a few calming breaths, Kael drew his handgun and his High Frequency Retractable Sword.

He pressed a button, and the white blade extended, vibrating at incredible speed.

Swinging it through the air, the sword let out a sharp whirring sound as it sliced through the wind.

Gun in his left hand, sword in his right, Kael stared down the Behemech—waiting for it to finish laughing while planning how to kill this motherf*cker.

When the Ghost Behemech finally stopped, it noticed the deadly seriousness in the human's eyes.

Even so, it underestimated him—especially after its previous attack left Kael injured.

The Ghost let out another roar and charged.

Drakorite Breathing Technique.

Drakorite Speed Burst Technique.

Using both Techniques at once would bring him immense pain once they wore off—but Kael didn't care. What mattered most now was killing the Ghost.

He had only used them once or twice since entering the Blue Fissure, not wanting to strain his body too early. But with his main weapon destroyed, he no longer had a choice. He had to face the monster head-on.

As the Behemech appeared in front of him, claws crashing down, Kael ducked low—its strike barely grazing his hair. Then, with his legs contracting like springs, he launched himself forward—straight at the Behemech's chest!

Kael gritted his teeth as his sword connected.

Sparks flew. A deafening impact echoed through the ravine.

Then, a figure was sent flying back.

Kael stabilized his body by taking a few steps backward as he landed on the ground. His hand, still gripping the sword, was shaking—and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

But even as pain covered his entire body, he didn't lose his cool. In fact, he grew excited upon seeing the sword cut he had left on the Behemech's chest.