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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
Not enough ratings
330 Chs

Mob mentality

An unexpected knock on the door interrupted Xander's routine. He hurriedly put on his buttoned black trench coat and strapped an old silver watch to his wrist. It had been a gift from his sister, and he valued it more than his life.

"Coming. Just a sec," Xander answered, expecting his landlord on the other side.

Grabbing ten crisp white notes from his wallet he hastened to answer the door.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gorez, I was gonna pay you yes—"

Blurting out an apology, Xander opened the door, ready to catch an earful from Mr. Gorez for the delayed payment, but the person waiting on the other side wasn't the grumpy old landlord. It was Leena.

"The Red Jackets showed up at the Guild House. They took Master Arwin with them for interrogation," Leena burst out in one long breath.

Xander clenched his fist, and a scowl appeared on his face. "Those bastards always have to poke their nose in our affairs. They are a disgrace to the city."