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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 grumbled as he downed another can of soda while gazing out of his balcony. He was feeling addled and marveled because this one was completely unlike the others. If the first two sword styles and their moves gave artistic conception then this one was brutal and violent, with no artistic grace.

Crey looked with narrowed eyes as for the first time he felt this particular sword style can be used to fight in practical battles, of course only if one has mastered the style and is skilled enough to administer the technique in his fighting as naturally as breathing.

An image floated on the wall behind him as a projection of a chibi figurine that was sitting cross-legged. He seemed like he was trying to gaze far at the figure that was practicing sword under dim moonlight and then nodded his head.

"Yes, I suppose. Should I record him?"

Nightmares of the past!