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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

When Rex came to his senses, he was on his feet.

Despite this, he was wildly disoriented. The jungle had transformed into a sort of green shadow-labrynth with walls made of massive fallen branches that were slowly growing and rooting themselves into the ground in real time. Rare flowers and other weeded species hybridized and spit wild earthly magics, forcing new corridors into existence and melting the steel obstacle course that was already punctured all over and being eaten by the fallen forest maze.

Rex looked up at the sky slowly being lit by the rising sun. Under the semi-orange shimmer, thin red lines flared.

"You're not serious…" Rex thought as he picked up a rock and threw it.

The rock came out the top of the maze in three pieces as the thin— nearly invisible, mana-webbings lacing the top of the maze did their job and cut it to pieces.

65 FLUX