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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

Chow was imported and infused steaks with a veggie grain mix that Rex almost gagged at the smell of.

If he didn't burn what felt like two-thousand calories during Sgt.Atheno's class, he probably would've.

Either way, he made it through dinner in one piece. Which made sense. He'd been through worse than a few teenage and adult eyes and foul smelling veggies.

During that time, he spoke with Tyson, Syrus, Imani and Victor about just about everything from sponsorships, new weapon releases from well known arms brands and other topics he was too much of a homeless orphan to understand.

By the time they finished up eating and he'd made it back to his barracks and in the shower, he was excited— or at least looking forward to, the idea of going to bed.

52 DUNE DEAL