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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 · แฟนตาซี
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[Bonus chapter]It festers

Led by the ticket inspector, Xander and his companions arrived at a cozy executive cabin furnished with pinewood tables, cushioned black seats, and silver-plated candle stands.

"Please enjoy the journey and if you need anything at all, just ring the bell," the ticket inspector said, tipping his black-rimmed cap before taking their leave and returning to his other duties.

Moments later, the train started with a slight jerk, rolling out of the platform and leaving Marhold behind. The gentle chugging of the steam engine as it puffed out wispy clouds of smoke drowned the sounds of nature, scaring away the Gray Bison grazing nearby and sending the Red-nosed Rabbits scampering to the safety of their burrows.

As the train gathered speed, there was a gradual transition from dying brown to dusky orange. The Eastern Sunset Maples and White Chokeberry Trees painted the undulating plains in tangerine hues, dappled with spots of yellowing green.