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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 · Fantasie
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330 Chs

[Bonus chapter] Objects of Misfortune (1)

Handling cursed items had never been Xander's forte. And Objects of Misfortune topped his list of objects he wanted to avoid at all costs. However, now there was no way for him to back out of this one since the only way forward was by lifting the curse.

After carefully studying the mortar and pestle for a whole minute, Xander put them back on the ground, right next to the feet of the statue.

"You shouldn't be empty. What exactly did you contain?" Xander mused about the contents of the empty vessel, his thoughts racing to the darkest corners of his mind in search of answers.

All he needed was a single clue pointing him in the right direction.

Searching the whole island to find the missing ingredient which belonged in the mortar would have taken hours, but luckily for Xander, he had a trusty companion to guide him on the right path.

Unzipping his jacket, Xander fished out his Chronica and held it in front of the cursed objects.