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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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The twin memories

Over the years, Xander had witnessed many bizarre phenomenon during his several visits to the Dreamscape, but never something like this. Every Death Dream was always a manifestation of a victim's subconscious thoughts and strongest memories. And there was no way a single such dream could accommodate two Last Memories even if they were connected to each other.

Since every person had unique memories and subconscious yearnings and fears, they could never exist together in one stable dream.

Several thoughts raced across Xander's mind as he looked from one face to the other. He was starting to suspect that one of them wasn't actually a Last Memory, but some twisted Ethereal trying to trick him.

"You look like you have seen a ghost. Are you alright, Dreamwalker?" the woman chuckled.

"We told you to leave us alone. But you just had to barge right in," the man added in an agitated voice. "I do not take kindly to intruders!"