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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

Crey stood there like an emotionless statue with his Spear pointed at the throat of Yakov while his weapon was strung helplessly as a shield in front. He had lost this game of will, and stepped back to defend first but still wasn't able to stop his strike.

Chill emerged from the soul of the Yakov, as he peeked at him. He discovered Crey to be looking at him with an empty look. There were no emotions evoked in that gaze. Yakov felt humiliation surging in his heart as he saw his indifference. It was maybe more hurtful than anything else.

Clueless to his thoughts, To Crey, it was his poker face but to him, it seemed that he was deliberately exhibiting his indifference to insult him. That is, If he attributed the first defeat to Crey's sneak attack, then what about this time? Does he have any excuse left?

Avery, on the other hand, stood rooted to her spot in shock. She was paying her utmost attention but was still startled by the result.

Subdued by Force