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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

"Yeah, Crey. I called you here. And the one who brought you here is Kaiser. He is my best buddy. I wanted to talk with you."

Crey glanced back at the boy who had brought him here. Kaiser shook his head as he couldn't understand what Nathan saw in him, to go this far for his sake. He strode away from him towards Nathan and then settled next to him.

"Is there something important to discuss? I mean, I have to bunk class for…"

Nathan was waiting for him while leaning on the railing of the terrace of the building. He then stepped forth and raised one hand in a half prayer gesture, to ask for an apology.

"Sorry for that, man. But I think it's more important for your sake than me. I wanted to help you analyze Yakov's fighting style. I want you to at least be aware…."

Crey suddenly scrunched his eyebrows in thought, Nathan who noticed that immediately halted his dialogue.

I don't look for trouble, trouble looks for me