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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 · Fantasia
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330 Chs

Butcher’s Quarry

Xander's bold disregard for Noah prompted an angry outburst from the young boy as he hurled abuses at him and threatened him with unthinkable forms of torture. Two more doors swung open, and a chilly wind howled across the hallway, causing half the torches to flicker out of existence.

When the boy finally stopped shouting, the lumbering monstrosities puffed up their chests and growled in unison before hobbling mindlessly toward the Dreamwalker.

Xander flipped his card, turning its face to the other side, and summoned his trusty canine companion. The white direwolf materialized right in front of him, its claws digging into the ground, and its fangs bared at the approaching threats.

"Listen close, boy. Get the one in front. I'll handle the one at the back," Xander whispered, cocking his revolver.