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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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Survivors of the slaughter

Renace's words made little sense to the other mercenaries. None of them were Dreamwalkers and had no idea about the Ethereals he had just mentioned.

"Goblins? You mean those green-skinned morons with grubby little hands?" Dorven questioned.

Renace nodded. "The same."

"That's bullshit. Everyone knows tales of Goblins are just baseless myths. They aren't real, or we would have seen them."

Renace was surprised by how stupid Dorven was. The man was just all brawn and no brain, a brutish mercenary who only knew how to devour food like a pig and fight like a wild dog.

"You clearly didn't hear what I just said. Goblins may not be real in our world, but they exist beyond the veil. In fact, just about anything you can imagine or dream about can be found on the other side."

"And how exactly do you know that Goblins did this?" Aruna asked.