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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.

Update Rate - 1chap/day

2760:Evolution

A shopkeeper of a small empty shop, who was wiping the screens diligently like he was fond of cleanliness, suddenly looked down to see some peculiar glass marbles clattering on the panel. A shine flashed in his eyes, as he mopped the nuclear batteries with one swoop to his side but there was no change in his actions.

"How can I help you, dear customer?"

A boy with plaster on his right hand didn't have much visible reaction but he lightly knocked on the glass showcase with the fingers of his left hand. It was like he was a normal customer who is here to window shop. But his lips were saying something else,

"I want a ticket to Aux city, As quickly as possible."

The shopkeeper looked at a little pale boy, curiosity in his eyes as he couldn't believe his ears. How did this young man know the point of the Robinhood brotherhood but instead was using it to run errands for him?

First Exchange