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My Dreamwalker System

Xander Nyxon was born with a gift: the ability to lift the veil of sleep and travel to the world beyond. He is one of the few rare individuals who can enter dreams and nightmares at will. While most Dreamwalkers ply their trade on the Dreamscape, Xander Nyxon is one of the reckless few who travels to the Nightscape seeking answers from the deceased. However, walking through nightmares is a perilous task even for the most experienced Dreamwalker. A thin veil separates the real world from the realm beyond, holding the terrors of the Nightscape at bay. But things quickly go wrong when a group of cultists cause the wall between the worlds to crumble. What happens when dreams and nightmares merge with the real world and twisted Ethereals start clawing their way out of the Nightscape? *** Xander was lifted off his feet and pushed back several paces. He desperately tried to get back on the ground, but his legs kept dangling mid-air. “I knew you’d be coming,” the mysterious figure whispered, pulling his hood back to reveal a hideous face riddled with scars. He was blind in the left eye and all his teeth were grimy black. “What the hell are you freaks up to?” Xander growled, desperately trying to break free from the cultist’s grasp. “Who are you guys?” The cultist smiled at this and replied, “Our names are inconsequential, Dreamwalker. But I think you already know what we are up to. Our world is plagued by sin. It is time for it to be cleansed by the Dark Deity’s blessing!” What to expect? 1. Dungeons. 2. Magic. 3. Creatures from folklore, myth and fantasy. 4. A level-up system with skill upgrades. 5. Mystery and adventure. [If you like the story, do consider buying privilege/premium chapters to help me out. Thanks!] [On hiatus]

Ashdenroth · Fantasy
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330 Chs

Death by a hundred cuts

Led by Jim and Abigail, the Dreamwalkers walked past the crowd of curious onlookers and reached a secluded spot behind the burnt oak tree in the east. The ground looked soft and moist and there were crudely crafted headstones embedded into the soil.

This empty plot of land had served as a graveyard for the villagers of Silver Pine for over a century. It was here they laid their dead to rest and performed the last rites. 

However, never in a hundred years had an outsider been allowed to dig up a coffin and examine the body held within. 

Jim wasn't too happy about a group of unknown Dreamwalkers desecrating his wife's grave, and he grumbled all the way. But Abigail was there to tide things over and assure him they wouldn't do anything that would hurt his sentiments.

"I buried Claire right here," Jim said, tossing his shovel to Xander.