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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 · ファンタジー
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330 Chs

Intermediate Skill Book activation

Almost an entire day had passed in the Dreamscape, but when Xander woke up in the real world again, he realized only a few hours had passed. His alarm clock buzzed in his ear, waking the others as well.

It was only five in the morning, and the earliest Leena had ever risen was ten. Her eyes felt heavy with sleep as she stretched herself out with a yawn and walked out of the bedroom. Scratching her drowsy head, she ambled toward the sink.

A few splashes of the cold water on her face jolted her from her drowsy stupor. She looked at her face in the foggy mirror and saw that her eyes were still red and her hair messed up like a crow's nest. She had barely managed to sleep last night due to all the terrifying thoughts racing across her mind.

"Good morning," Leena greeted, slumping down on the couch beside Xander. She noticed Xander was covered in sweat despite it being a cold morning, and it unsettled her thoughts. "What exactly were you doing all night? You didn't leave, did you?"