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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

A twisted abomination

The cultist's eyes had rolled back, exposing the cloudy white sclera crowded with reddish-blue veins. His face looked distorted in pain, and his lips had turned pale blue. 

Xander fired once again, emptying the remaining rounds into the cultist's head to finish the job, but the bullets were absorbed by his skin which had suddenly turned squishy and elastic. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

As Xander stared at the re-animated corpse, its head twisted and turned upside down with a cracking noise. The cultist laughed in a gravelly voice and uttered something so incoherent that Xander couldn't comprehend a single word.

The cultist's arms twisted at awkward angles and his legs thickened, ripping his pants, which could no longer contain his bulging thighs. Suddenly, his face darkened as if touched by some infectious disease. Puss-filled boils appeared all over his cheeks, and a glowing red rune was burned into his forehead.