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Exo-Armor donning Fighters, the pinnacle of humankind, are the main fighting force of human societies who are genetically modified to attain extraordinary abilities. To become these warriors is the lifelong dream of every passionate young man in this interstellar age.
 
 But not for - Crey Morgan, A lazy student who is forced to seek entrance into one of Earth's best military academies to become an Exo-Warrior. But his dubious past and lethargic personality don't quite match the ideals of the academy.
    
Crey is not a normal young man, apparent from his weird personality and seemingly extraordinary fighting capabilities. The secret is that he is an assassin who had walked out of the darkest society towards the world in light. An Assassin of the past who wants to leave his horrible history behind.
 
Would Crey be able to gain admission into Terra Military college to become an Ex-warrior as his Uncle wanted? Or his listless attitude will spell trouble where ever he goes.
 
Also, Crey thought he would be the top gun here due to his uncharacteristic past but his hopes shattered as soon as he took an entrance exam. The seemingly best military academy is not built on boastful claims and every character here has thier brilliance and if he had to survive he had to do more than his best.


P.S- the cover art is not mine, The credit and copyright go to Wojciech Wilk. If you have any problems, you can contact me through comments.

Update Rate - 1chap/day

2760:Evolution

"Enough! Instructor Quill. Let's stop here." Moy tried his best to sound calm but he already knew it would be of little effect to diffuse the situation.


"Major, don't bullish*t…." Quill started shouting but then suddenly closed his eyes as he stopped in between. He breathed out and halted his headway toward Crey.


Quill turned around and stared at Major who stood unflinching as he let go of his wrist. There was a fire burning in the eyes of Quill which Moy recognized very well.


"I got it! I think Instructor was looking forward to it for a very long time. Then today, it is. "


Finally, Moy smiled as he removed his upper black shirt to show his slim-fit vest. The half bare innerwear revealed his stringed biceps as well as his toned abs. He threw his shirt away, simultaneously taking time to look around to find Crey already tip-toed to the door without anyone noticing. There was a painful smirk on his face as he muttered under his breath, 


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