Copper_mask

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

Crey struggled against the mechanical restraints that were strapping him to the chair for about the hundredth time before eventually falling back to his chair in irritation. It was a repeat of actions happening continuously since he had woken up. Due to aggravated attempts, both of his arms were now sporting red angry bruises proof of his failed struggle against his cuffs.

"Escape? My foot! I can't even budge these rotator cuffs ...."

Crey murmured under his breath as he finally decided to just lie low in wait for a chance. He was clear now that he had no chance to escape from the death grip of these cuffs. At least there was no way he could break out from these without any weapons in hand.

The Heir - Misa Li