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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

Lyra moved like water. Even when her mind was controlled and at the beck and call of someone else, her steps and swings were both precise and almost inhumanely fluid. They were distracting. Even in combat— grisly combat, she moved like she was on a runway. Each sequence like a show that ended with a bang as she raised her sawed off shotgun and fired.

Rex dodged the shot but the proximity of the pellet blast shook his brain and left his ears ringing.

He tried to recover but Cpt Camo was on him, tackling him from behind.

Rex went down, tearing up the scorched earth as they rolled. It ended with Cpt. Camo taking top mount and raining down blows on him.

Rex brought his hands up to guard his face.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" His captain said in Simon's voice.

"Shut-up!" Cpt. Camo roared and spit a torrent of fire.

70 MIND/MATTER