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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 deal was made between Rex, Syphen and the Beto-Bound tribes-people. They now were known as the Green-Cat Tribe or the Nahuali people. All Rex had to do was become the Tribe-Father by marrying Flora who by default was the Tribe-Mother due to the deaths and forced vampiric transformation of her parents thanks to Beto The Blooded.

Adelmo suggested they sanctify the deal with a spilling of blood— to mark what transpired over the Fallen-Rock. Their meeting table.

Rex's immediate response was no. Actually, it was hell no. But Syphen's eyes told him it was another way of working with the people and their customs.

So, they all spilled a drop of blood at the center of the Fallen-Rock's ringed surface.

Immediately, Rex's mind got to work.

"How will we do this?" Syphen asked.

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