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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]

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The River of Lost Souls

All the departed souls who still had unfinished business in the real world and were never given a proper burial were destined to roam the Meadow of Despair for all eternity. Only those souls who believed in Arestra and were remembered by their loved ones found their way to the River of Lost Souls, where they would be cleansed of all sins and prepared for their final rest.

Xander watched anxiously as Marvin steered the carriage to the left, avoiding a man being stabbed to death by a floating knife. And as soon as the carriage passed him, he disappeared like a ghost.

Horrific screams echoed across the Meadow but were soon drowned by gunshots. Xander looked outside and saw a family of four being shot dead by a firing squad. But before he could even let out a gasp, both the assailants and the victims disappeared and then reappeared at a different location. The only thing which remained unchanged was the outcome.