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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 · Fantasi
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330 Chs

Prowling in the dark

"Stay with Tiva. I need to check this out."

With those final words, Xander stepped out of the hut without even bothering to zip his jacket.

As the howling winds picked up speed, the villagers patrolling outside struggled to keep the dust out of their eyes. Soon, a sudden gust blew out all their torches, leaving them in complete darkness.

Xander walked down the winding trail strewn with leaves and twigs, sticking close to the huts along the right. Groping his way from door to door, he finally arrived at the elder's hut, which had a glass lantern hanging from its thatched roof.

Even before Xander could knock on the wooden door, it was pulled open from the inside, and a burly man stepped outside, holding a cracked glass lantern in his left hand and a long bamboo stick in his right.

"What's wrong, lad?" he asked.

Xander recognized from the voice that it was Gregory—the grumpy fellow who was gossiping with Bill and Marsh near the lake.