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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

"Hmm?" Crey hummed in surprise as he was caught off guard by the sudden change in the attitude of the man. From provoking and insulting him to now suddenly respectful, what is this kid high on?

Did he just say Xeus Academy? This means he was from the Earth.

'Am I still stuck on Earth Students? Bullish*t, Transplanetic! '

Moaned Crey inside his head as he slowly yanked pressure on his calves. He then stared at the man before suddenly leaping ahead without any indication. He soared in the air valiantly with an intention to cover the wide gap between two floating platforms.

Seeing below, it was nothing but gray land with large trees appearing as tiny dots which made it apparent how high these city pieces were floating. One misstep and one could slip several thousand feet down which was, of course, an assured and traumatic death.

A Crushing Javelin Throw