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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

Rex did it. He changed a whole tribe of people— brought them to a cause beyond begging for mercy to a merciless monster. He hoped everything went according to plan. But if it didn't, at least he'd have some time to adjust.

Little time, but time all the same.

He left Nahual Falls knowing it was in safe— hidden hands. He also left Nahual Falls in a relationship.

It was a night of new experiences across the board. But the same jungle still surrounded him as he leapt and bound through the dark-glow greenery in his Werepanther base form.

With every inhale of his nose, he could smell the trace amounts of sand lining the undergrowth. Hassan's essence lingered throughout the lands like seasonings on a dish. He could feel it as he padded across the earth, warming his paw pads with solar radiance.

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