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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

"Do you think in this re-developing Earth there could be any private or public institute with enough means and backing as a Military Academy has?"

She looked toward Crey and raised one eyebrow in a jesting way.

"We require big pocket investors too. Money is always needed by the innovators."

Talking about this, Suddenly her emotions changed as she looked up at the sky in sadness while shaking her head. This statement had made her remember something from her past.

"It's not anyone's fault. W-we…were just born at the wrong time!"

Crey nodded his head as he accepted her viewpoint. He put his hands into his hoodie pockets as he began to walk away. He accepted their effort but was also aware that it didn't change the fact that there was nothing he could do or they could do. It was just the….things were.

A Studying Hell