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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

Seeing the Captain of Enforcers being taken out by escorts, The Major finally spoke to the Doctor. His voice was gruff and heavy, but his emotions were indescribable from both his voice and facial expressions. If not paid any attention one could never know whether he was happy or sad,

"I think you might want to keep an eye on him. Such a considerable blunder, either he got subordinates who are out of his control or he himself was involved somehow in the scheme. Both cases spell the worry."

The lady twirled her long hair in her hands as she thought about this for a few seconds on her chair and then she nodded her head,

"Hmm. You're right. That's why I asked him to leave. But that's not a pressing matter right now.

We have to deal with this before late, do you understand the essence of this mission? We are basically on borrowed time from our doom."

Operation All-Out