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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

Two figures stood on the opposite side of the Training hall looking at each other as adversaries and both were holding similar spears in their hands. Crey was standing on the left side looking serious, while Yakov was leisurely strutting there appearing relaxed.

Avery was hosting this unofficial challenge as a witness, who upon finding both sides ready, clicked her dainty fingers.

A rush of air rustled forward, Crey wasted not a second as he acted the instant he heard the words of Avery. He strode like a strike of thunder, so much so it made the training area atmosphere whistle around.

Yakov, on the other end of the training area, gasped abruptly as he tried to step back. He wasn't even able to react, but the spear of Crey streaked past from the bottom and immediately struck like a snake reaching up from between his arms and jumping at his throat.

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