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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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The Shadow of Evil

The abrupt change in Xander's behavior did not go unnoticed by the villagers. People around him had already started whispering among themselves while exchanging worried glances. However, not many had the courage to approach the man who had just slain the three-headed fiend.

Eventually, the elder took it upon himself to get to the bottom of the matter. Balancing himself on his crooked cane, he approached the Dreamwalkers.

"Should we be worried about something?" the old man asked, eyeing Xander.

"Nothing at all," Xander replied plainly, his eyes never leaving the child in his arms. "I'm here to solve your problems."

Despite the assurance from Xander, the elder could not find comfort in his words. A man of his age had lived through many tragedies and experienced several betrayals. And even though he had spent the greater part of his life in a remote village, his years had taught him valuable lessons.