Illustris

Excerpt:
“An intruder has been detected.”
Was it talking about me? 
“The Branding System rejects this specimen for branding. The Subject must be eradicated.” The automated voice spoke again.  
What?
Panic rose within Aksel at once, he didn’t understand what was happening to him but he knew that in a few seconds he was going to be killed.
But why?
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It was the year 3022 and Earth had gone through a series of changes reaching new technological and metaphysical heights. Humans had generated into a superior level of beings where they were now classified into three categories based on their body structure and strength when they came upon the age of twenty. 
This could be achieved by a process called The Branding System which branded the humans under one of the three categories of Contrivos, Exters or Debilis making their body undergo a set of transformations respectively.
The world has lost its sense of equality and power is all that can help you survive and live a good life but when Aksel Bruwes is rejected by the system and remains unbranded, his life turns over completely.
How is he going to stay alive in this world where everyone is stronger than him and what is he going to do when he learns about the hideous truths about the System? 
Not to forget that the said System is after his life.
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DISCLAIMER: This is not the usual “SYSTEM” novels that you read where a MC is provided with a SYSTEM that trains him to make him overpowered by levelling up. Here, SYSTEM means an organized scheme or method.

The Branding System

"Are you excited?" Mort asked his other two companions in such a manner that it clearly portrayed his own excitement much greater than them.

Aksel noticing his friend's state of mind couldn't help but laugh as he sat on the cushiony foam of the fighting arena and looking towards the door he asked, "Yes but isn't mason running a little late?"

Yve who had been lying on the mattress raised herself at his words and looking towards the empty entrance as well rolled her eyes and said, "His five minutes must have been closer to five hours."

Seeing that it had been around an hour since Mason had asked them to be ready to receive their weapons it was clear that the buzz that they initially had was by now subsiding with the toils of time and tiresome waiting.

"I am sure he must be coming any minute now," Mort muttered leaving to go and check on the weaponsmith that had made them wait for long enough.

Weapons