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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 · Fantasía
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A fallen queen

Out of all the dreams Xander had entered, this one proved to be the most challenging. Witches and walking scarecrows weren't exactly what came to mind when one thought about a Dreamscape, but this dream wasn't an ordinary one. It had been carefully woven by Neriti's enchanting fingers.

Xander tried to access his skill tree again, but his system wasn't responding. All he saw before him were the glowing white letters that commanded him to seek out the deity's heart.

Fortunately, the dead witch had left behind Xander's Chronica. He picked it up and put it back inside his jacket, carefully attaching the platinum fob chain to his inner pocket.

The Chronica's dial glistened in the moonlight, its slender hands reflecting the light in dazzling glimmers. Xander held it before him as he walked past the witch's cottage and headed into the surrounding woods.