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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

"You aren't like Enforcers at all? Who are you?"

He then turned back towards the Crey who was pinned beneath his heavy leg,

"And him, it appears like he has worn the Exo-Armor for the first time in his life. Don't tell me you are some 'wanna be Heroes' who have snuck in to achieve fame. Hehe!"

Ank gritted his teeth inside his helmet, while repeatedly texting Crey who was not answering at all. After listening to the statement of the man, for the first time, he felt maybe he should have come more prepared. Not like this time when he made the plan in the spur-of-the-moment excitement.

The man put the weight down his foot, generating a creaking sound of two metals being ground against themselves. It was the chest plate of Crey's exoskeleton which was receiving the strain barely keeping itself from bending. He then leaned down and gazed at slumped Crey,

"Whatever, I don't have time to play much with you, so I will just…."