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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

A girl walked into the hall from another room while rubbing her wet hair with a towel to dry them. She was wearing a short tank top and shorts which accentuated her curves.

It was surprising she was this thin under her usual oversize hoodies and clothes. Apparently, she was comfortable enough to relax here and treat it like her own house.

Jiu narrowed her eyes in a displeased manner as she saw Crey bringing the machine inside the room. Clearly, he had heard her but still ignored her. She looked at Ryan while huffing. She had just emerged fresh from the bath apparent from her wet hairs and glowing skin.

Ryan felt her gaze as he ducked his head, pretending to be engrossed in his screen. He didn't mind her provoking Crey but she should refrain from including others in it. But despite not looking back he could feel a cold stare boring on the back of his head.

Group of the First Years