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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

There was no respite or chance for Major to even get a breather, let alone prospect to disengage or evade his overclocked rage. He could right now only resist passively, hoping to look out for a chance to attack back. And at the same time, hoping someone may be able to stop the eruption during this time.

The bald fighter wasn't alone in thinking about the end of his life, with the death approaching soon even the nearly dead terrorist, some even without ability and only Level one got fueled with an adrenaline rush to engage Enforcers near them one last time, with all their might.

The craze in their eyes was akin to a mad animal, and the look on their face could only be attributed to zealous craziness to achieve their objective.

But not everywhere was the same, in the east wing the man who was torturing Crey till now looked up to see red lights, and a siren to sigh in regret.

Tolerate it!