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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

"He wants in?!!!" Rex repeated, "Victor wants in on some fabricated plot that I'm one of the Shadowed-Seven Inheritors looking to get revenge for my forsaken family. I don't even know my family!"

"Sure you do." Imani said. "Nechra, Syphen, Hassan and the Bastetians. If you'd like to avoid lying to him." Imani added as Victor silently stepped through a corridor full of sensing lasers that split up the Monkey-Vents lining The Box.

Rex looked at Imani as he leaned against the steel wall— his legs still felt like jelly, "What are you up to?" Rex asked. "What is this? Yea, you saved me with your quick thinking. But it feels like you almost regret it."

Imani eyed him, "I'm just trying to remind you who's team I'm on. I was your first teammate, you know? Before Syphen and Hassan, even."

"….are you angry about something? Beyond the Mana Flux that changed the structure of the world I mean." Rex asked.

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