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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

The droid zoned near the Crey, but Crey didn't panic as he instantly bent backward on his hands, letting the droid swoosh past him, without letting its rotating metal rods touch him.

He assumed that he had done it, but suddenly the Droid inclined down, towards his direction on its spherical base which sent shivers to Crey's spine as he realized that he had f*cked up.

The Droid could not only move in any direction horizontally on its rolling base but can also move freely in both vertically and inclined directions too. He had made the mistake of being too lazy and underestimated it. And now seeing those metal rods coming at him, his face turned pale.

Abruptly at this particular moment, the Old man yelled from the side as he simultaneously clicked a button on his Watch ID. A cold wind whistled past Crey as he found the revolving metal arm halted just short of blasting his head off.

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