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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 journey out of the Drift Dimension was easier than the war to get to its core. After Rex and his pride slayed the Drift-Destroyer, the other militarized volcanic-kobolds laid off. They weren't allies, but they did defeat their greatest enemy.

And they were carrying the corpses of the kobolds lesser enemies on their backs.

Passive intimidation, Imani called it.

Rex would've been more inclined to call it nature.

When they stepped out of the Drift Dimension, a world of darkness welcomed them. Slowly ending darkness.

The jungle was quiet. The odd mechanical screech and shift of gears sent night birds flying and disease carrying bats chirping. But nothing was off.

Except for the three foot deep trenches dug all through the jungles in the area surrounding.

"My grave halls!" Nechra whined as she bent over to peek into the shadowy depths absent of bones.

62 SLEEPLESS NIGHTS