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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

Ignoring his wait and see attitude, Crey walked forward first while simultaneously he sent a quick text message(these are mostly arranged from pre-written suggestions from AI) to Ank believing that he would understand the gravity of the situation and obey his order unflinchingly,

"You shouldn't interfere until, I ask you Or you are certain that you can hit him."

Crey, getting Ank out of the way, fished out a titanium knife from his pocket and held it in a reverse grip position in his hands.

His mind slowly turned silent just like he was taught to do during life-death situations with no thoughts, the type which had helped him give his all without any distractions. The one they dubbed as Zero State.

However, rigorously trained he might be, being out of touch from that field he had left behind for nearly seven years, during that gap when he didn't even touch the violence. It wasn't as perfect as it used to be.

Imperfect Zero State