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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

The Frostweaver (2)

Chilly winds buffeted Xander's face as soft gray clouds gathered overhead, obscuring the light of the midday sun. As the Frostweaver came closer to the fountain, it began to snow, and the temperature plummeted to new extremes.

The old man's face emerged from behind the misty veil, his piercing blue eyes staring straight at Xander. His wrinkled skin looked even paler this time. It was as if his blood had frozen inside his veins, and the only thing keeping him alive was his magic.

With a rapid wave of his staff, the mage unleashed a blast of freezing cold wind which knocked Xander off his feet and flung him away from the frozen fountain. He tried to scramble back to his feet, but the slippery sheet of ice covering the ground made him struggle to find his footing.