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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.

Update Rate - 1chap/day

2760:Evolution

'F*ck! I am going to crash! I am going to crash!'

Crey muttered continuously as he saw the ground rapidly enlarging in his eyes. He was free-falling for quite a time and now he was almost at a constant acceleration speed.

And now, if he smashed down he had not even an iota of doubt that he would be turned into meat paste. Death was a secondary issue, the pain of death that would be accurately transmitted back was already making him feel bitter and panic in his heart.

Nearly five seconds of distance left, with his speed to fall to his death on the ground violently.

This countdown weighed heavily on his mind. But he couldn't stop counting.

Immediately Crey closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, bracing for the impact but the next moment, the screen turned black. He teleported away at the last possible second.

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