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Since the opening of the Dungeon Rifts-- also called D.Rifts or Drift Dimensions, the world has changed. It's become more militaristic and violent-- unpredictable, even. Monsters raze cities and bring diseases that birth new races. Magic exists in a constant state of hyperflux, birthing new powers and changing the functions of old ones.

But none of that mattered for Rex. He wasn't a Drift Soldier-- as much as he wanted to be. He didn't have powers-- even if he wished he did, so when he graduated primary school, he expected to get his Drift Armament and find a bit of consistency for once in his life. 

But you know what they say about expectations......

DING!

[Congratulations! You have awakened the Beast-Totem and unlocked your Werepanther System.]

[5 Totems Remaining....]

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Extra tags: kingdom building, military, martial arts, overpowered, scifi-fantasy, post-apocalyptic, factions,

My Werepanther System: Starting with Nine Lives

The rest of Rex's day went about as normal as the last few. Which wasn't saying much. After the bathroom incident, Rex and Imani had given the gossiper's new fuel and Hunter a new way to hate him.

Now, Rex wasn't just disrupting hierarchies with his jokes and lack of care for social acumen in relation to capitol.

He was sucking face with the princess of The Box. And many other military training zones.

He could feel his eyes and tatted constructs focused on him for most of the day.

On one hand, it wasn't smart to build a new enemy, on the other hand, there were risks to be taken at every turn. And in Rex's eyes, it was either rile up rich kids who already didn't like him to strengthen his alibi or risk blowing his cover trying to stay lowkey.

Hunter was already thinking he was lying.

Rex could only wish him good luck with that theory now.

And Rex could only keep pressing on as he walked into the last class of the day. Day three.

50 KINGDOMS PACE