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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

"Please don't kill me! I….I.." The old man tried to plead but the cold barrel against his temple made him tremble with fear. He knew it would come to this, but seeing real death in front of him shook his soul with fear.

Sirius waved his hand indifferently, and with his gesture, the uncle-bodyguard pulled the trigger of the laser handgun without any hesitation.

The skull was demolished and melted the moment the hot laser pierced through the short man's head. Sirius didn't avoid the violent scene, rather he looked at the blood spilling and red mist vaporizing, with an indifferent gaze. He then turned around to his guards and slowly unbuttoned his suit.

The uncle-bodyguard looked at his colleagues and then at his young mas…no, Sir Sirius. He slowly nodded his head in hidden appreciation, realizing that he was still calm, which was a way better response than he had expected from Sirius.

Birds Operation!