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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 military drone hovered over the area like it was watching over the region. Its rounds forth and back, seemed to give the impression that it wasn't a scout drone but a drone that is being used as a patrolling drone by someone to keep an eye on their territories.

Soon, the first batch of people began to appear in small hovering devices to inquire about the reason for the explosion.

From the looks of it, most of them were just servants and attendants of the Generals and other officers, who have sent their servants to gather information first hand instead of waiting for the official response from the Academy administration.

A middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back appeared over a hover drive and stood at the outskirts of the junkyard, overlooking the nearly neglected region of the Academy. But just as he wanted to take a step in…..

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