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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

Thursday Morning September 6th, 2274. Fort Amazonia's Drift Soldier Training and Deployment Zone, AKA, The Box. AG Brennus' Office of Operations, AKA, The Den.

Haphazardly, Rex suited up in his recently upgraded Drift Soldier kit, featuring his new spec ops additives.

One of which was a bracelet known as a Snipe-Gauntlet— which could instantaneously summon a hard-light construct of a wrist mounted long range scoped rifle that functioned on high octane pressurized "Lux-Rounds" which were basically bullets made almost entirely out of light. On his other wrist, he had a bracelet that summoned hardlight constructs of a sword and shield.

Perfect for stealth, they were weightless and easily hidden. But they also didn't pack much of a punch against more durable targets.

Working in tandem with the stealth kit was Rex's upgraded mana stone that could change the fabric and texture of his martial skin as well as smell and temperature.

63 VIOLENTLY EARLY MORNINGS