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

Saving someone in exchange for f*cking their daughter? Is this guy for real?! Trey thought as Kael effortlessly jumped over a tree trunk.

Following behind him, Trey hesitated before asking, "You're kidding, right?"

"No," Kael replied as he walked in a particular direction, his mind alert for potential dangers and any signs of the miner.

"D*mn, I didn't know you were that kind of guy," Trey muttered. "I have to say, I admire your dedication. Risking your life like this just for some pu-- you know."

"I get that a lot," Kael said casually. Of course, that wasn't the whole truth. Besides wanting to f*ck someone, he also needed to find Milan's father to locate the mine where he had been found.

As they continued walking, it didn't take long for Kael to spot another clue.

A piece of cloth lay on the ground. Kael bent down to pick it up and, upon closer inspection, realized it was part of the miner's jacket. As they moved forward, they found more scraps of cloth, as if marking the path for them to follow.

"Are we lucky, or is this the work of heaven?" Trey mused. "After we find him, we're climbing the mountain to hunt more Behemechs, right? I only need two or three more Growth Orbs to ensure I rank up to Rank One."

"This is the work of man," Kael said, picking up another piece of cloth. "And you can head to the mountain now if you want."

"Nope, I've decided to stick with you from now on," Trey said firmly.

"It's your call," Kael replied, glancing at him briefly.

"We can work together as a team. With your abilities and my intelligence, Grey hunting will be a piece of cake!" Trey's eyes lit up as he imagined them working together to grow stronger. And maybe, after some time, Kael might share his engineering knowledge—knowledge that could turn months of work into mere seconds.

Kael didn't respond, his attention shifting to the path ahead.

"Okay, you don't have to answer me," Trey whispered.

Just a few meters beyond the trees, Kael spotted a cave. Its gaping mouth loomed wide open, as if ready to devour everything in its path.

"There it is," Kael muttered, moving toward it with Trey trailing behind.

They soon stood at the cave's entrance, its ominous darkness stretching endlessly inside.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Trey said nervously, gulping as his eyes darted around. "You know, inside a Fissure, there are places you can go and places you can't. I think this is the latter."

Over countless years of dealing with Fissures across the galaxy, species had managed to compile extensive knowledge about them—their structures, how to handle them, and more.

Fissures have a catalyst that must be destroyed to 'conquer' them. These catalysts take many forms. Sometimes they're a Behemech, sometimes just a piece of rock, and other times, one has to completely destroy the Fissure from the inside. In the Grey Fissure they were in, the catalyst was the Spire on top of the mountain.

As the weakest type of Fissure, Greys had catalysts that were far more obvious compared to higher levels.

If the Spire was left unattended and not destroyed, the Fissure would continue to expand, spawning stronger and more numerous Behemechs. Eventually, the Fissure's color would shift from Grey to Blue.

And within every Fissure, there were places where these monsters were created—places Primers avoided, as their only priority was to destroy the catalyst and stop the Fissure.

Looking at the gaping cave, Trey was certain this was the kind of place they should never enter or even approach.

"This is the lion's den," Trey said, glancing nervously at Kael. "Why don't we just go back?"

Trey had no idea how many times he had repeated those words, but he wasn't about to stop—just like how this lunat–no, just like how Kael never seemed to get tired of putting them both right on death's doorstep.

Kael didn't answer. Instead, he bent down to pick up another scrap of cloth from the ground. After confirming it was part of the miner's clothes, he casually tossed it aside before fixing his gaze on Trey.

"Let me guess...still a virgin?" Kael asked, a smirk curling on his lips.

"N-no…" Trey stammered, struggling to keep his expression as neutral as possible. "I… I have plenty of experience. You know, I'm quite the playboy."

"Oh, really?" Kael raised an eyebrow, his amusement growing.

"Yup, absolutely!" Trey nodded vigorously. One thing men despised the most was having their virginity questioned, and this was when many grew the courage to become world-class liars.

"I believe you," Kael said with a grin, patting Trey on the shoulder with his right hand.

"Haha," Trey forced out a laugh, trying to sound confident.

Thankfully, he bought it, Trey thought, feeling a wave of relief.

"So, you're not afraid of some p*ssy," Kael continued, his hand still resting on Trey's shoulder.

"Of course not!" Trey said, meeting Kael's gaze as if offended by the words.

"Haha, good," Kael chuckled, his grip on Trey's shoulder tightening suddenly.

"Argh!" Trey winced as pain shot through his left shoulder. At the same time, a sense of unease began to creep into his chest. A bad feeling stirred deep inside, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. "I… I feel like I'm missing something. Tell me it's just my imagination."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kael said, his expression annoyingly innocent. "Anyway, if you're not afraid of some p*ssy, that means one thing, you're not a p*ssy, right?"

Trey gulped, his eyes darting nervously. He was already too far into the lie to back out now. His pride—his manhood—was on the line. "I'm not afraid of some p*ssy. Of course, I'm not a pu—"

"Good," Kael interrupted, and before Trey could finish, Kael grabbed him and hurled him straight into the cave!

Caught completely off guard, Trey barely registered what was happening as his body was lifted off the ground. The world spun around him, flashes of light from the sky blurring together. Then, with a bone-jarring thud, he landed hard on the dark, grey rocks below.

Pain coursed through his body as he lay there, dazed. Blinking rapidly, he tried to process what had just happened.

When the realization hit, his entire body trembled as fear engulfed him. Scrambling to his feet, Trey looked up toward the cave entrance, his wide eyes locking on the person responsible for his predicament.

"What the f—" Trey began, but his words died in his throat when he saw Kael pointing a Pulse Sniper Rifle straight at him.

Kael peered through the rifle's scope, a small, almost playful smile on his face. He raised a finger to his lips, motioning for Trey to stay quiet.

"What are you doing?" Trey whispered, his voice a mix of fear and barely-contained anger.