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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

But before he could chide him, he saw him dragging along the armor of Crey and helped him wear it in. He then grabbed the Exo-armor helmet and put it up on the head of Crey as he whispered to him.

"If we both die today, at least I want you to die in Enforcer Gear. Moreover, it may save you….probably, if any other terrorist wanders in here by mistake. If you are in gear, it would be tough to discern if you are alive or dead."

Crey was too weak to argue as slowly he lost his consciousness while Ank grabbed his own helmet and then ran towards the front. His speed was not less than the person who was running from the fire but in his case, he was running towards the fire not away from it.

An unknown time later, but surely it couldn't be much more than a few minutes after Crey blacked out, he figured. Since the blazing Emergency horn was still ringing in the background.

Hauled to where?