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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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Inside the mansion

Detective Locksley was a simple, but honest man who always carried out his duties as diligently as possible. However, he wasn't one of those overzealous ones who'd go out of their way to earn a promotion.

"Are you sure it's safe to enter the mansion?" the detective asked, gulping an airy lump in his throat. His heart was racing inside his chest, and his mouth felt dry as a desert.

"Just stay behind me, and don't hesitate to pull the trigger if you spot any of those cultist freaks," Xander advised before marching down the cobbled path cutting through the lawn.

Detective Locksley joined him at the front door of the mansion with his pistol clutched tightly in his hand. "I'm not worried about your cultists. I just don't want to run into any of those nightmare freaks in there."

"Ethereals," Xander corrected him. "If there were Ethereals inside the mansion we would've known by now."