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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.

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2760:Evolution

Download complete for interactive Terra Academy map for students. "

A notification alert rang in the ear of Crey in the voice of Skeleton, as soon as he reached the door of hall 45. He didn't even have time to curse as it completed just the moment he reached the hall.

'My day is really going bad today!'

Crey burst roughly into the room and shouted even before his eyes registered the scene and circumstances inside,

"1st Gen student - Crey Morgan from Order Castor, Here sir"

But the view that he saw just upon passing into a spacious room astonished him, the whole hall was nothing but a collection of densely packed large photometric chambers placed one after another in the hall. The cylindrical opaque brightly lit containers were big enough to hold two grown men inside them spaciously. And these containers appeared to be made from an unknown alloy just like the room in which Crey took his Personality test for AI.

Bad Luck Continues