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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

It was like the descent of heaven's judgment as the SuperMecha piloted by Levi landed on the ground with a loud crash. The ground shook as the fighters from both sides grew silent momentarily due to the new entry but the next second, it dawned on them that a game-ending card had appeared.

Loyal 'Bird' Fighters cheered while the others flinched seeing the deathbringer, and at the same moment, a message of 'slow retreat' rang in their ears.  It further complicated their expressions, as bitter feelings arose in their hearts.

One such rebel Fighter eyed his friend, while a painful smile formed on his face. His friend shook his head as he roared to him.

"We can't blame them. It was clear from the start some of us would forever be buried here. After all, who knew that one of these monsters would survive the first blast? "

A duel of Fist fight