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Kael Stratos, an elite soldier from a distant future, was on a mission to retrieve a mysterious artifact from a derelict space station. But when the artifact suddenly activated, he was torn from his world and thrown into a medieval kingdom teetering on the brink of annihilation—one overrun by hordes of the undead.

Armed with his advanced exo-suit and the Morph-Gear, a weapon capable of transforming into various firearms and blades, Kael struggles to survive in a land where magic reigns and technology is unheard of. With his AI companion malfunctioning and his resources dwindling, he sets his sights on three goals: finding a way back to his own world, helping the kingdom eradicate the zombie threat, and uncovering the truth behind this world's apocalypse.

But as he delves deeper into the mystery, he realizes that the undead are only the beginning. Dark forces are at play, and the key to his return may be hidden within a secret long buried in this world's past. With time running out and death lurking at every corner, Kael must fight, adapt, and survive in a land where the future has no place—unless he carves one out himself.

Will he find his way home, or will he become a legend in a world that was never meant for him?

Chrono Exile: The Future Soldier in a Medieval Zombie World

Kael Stratos moved through the dimly lit corridors of the derelict space station, his boots making no sound against the cold metal floor. The HUD inside his exo-suit helmet flickered with lines of data, scanning for movement. Oxygen levels were stable, gravity generators barely functional, and the structure itself groaned with age and neglect. This place had been abandoned for decades—maybe longer.

"Kael, I'm detecting an anomalous energy signature up ahead," his AI companion, VERA, chimed in his earpiece. Her voice, once smooth and precise, crackled slightly—a sign of the interference saturating the station. "The artifact should be in the central chamber."

Kael adjusted his grip on the Morph-Gear, his versatile firearm currently configured as an assault rifle. "Understood. Keep monitoring for hostiles. If something's wrong, I want to know before it bites me in the ass."

Pushing forward, Kael arrived at the central chamber. The walls were lined with massive conduits, and in the center of the room stood an ancient containment pedestal. Suspended above it was the artifact—a black, pulsating sphere emitting faint distortions in the air around it. It was as if reality itself was bending in its presence.

"This thing looks... wrong," Kael muttered. "VERA, analyze it."

"Attempting scan..." The AI hesitated. "Error. Energy readings are unstable. I advise extreme caution."

Kael wasn't the reckless type. He knew better than to mess with unknown tech, but his mission was clear: retrieve the artifact. His superiors back on the orbital carrier wanted this thing for research, and he wasn't about to return empty-handed.

He reached out cautiously, his gauntlet-clad fingers hovering over the sphere. The moment he made contact, the entire station trembled violently. A deep hum reverberated through the walls as the artifact unleashed a surge of energy. Kael barely had time to curse before everything around him twisted into a vortex of blinding light and darkness.

A sensation of freefall gripped him. His body felt like it was being stretched and compressed at the same time. Then—silence.

And suddenly, Kael crashed onto hard, uneven ground. The sterile metal of the space station was gone. Cold air bit at his exposed skin where his suit had been damaged, and the scent of damp earth and decay filled his lungs. Dazed, he forced himself to sit up, his vision adjusting to the flickering firelight of a ruined village.

Groans filled the air. Low, guttural, unnatural.

Kael turned his head—and found himself staring into the rotting faces of the dead.

Chapter 1: The Final Mission