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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]

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Fire and Shadow

Astonished gasps escaped from the drying lips of the trembling villagers as they heard Xander's words. Olarva was a humble village of Ordinaires where no Mystic had been born in the last ninety years. And it was the first time a Dreamwalker had set foot on their land.

"I could tell there was something strange about you," the elder whispered, his keen, penetrating eyes fixed on Xander. "You should not have lied to us."

"I don't have time for explanations. Get back inside your huts if you want to live," Xander replied before marching out of the village.

"And just where do you think you're going?" The elder called him back. "It's not safe out there. You may have lied to us, but you are still our guest."

"You don't need to worry about me. I've faced worse," Xander replied, holstering his revolver and pulling out his Chronica. "If I don't kill that Ethereal, it will come back to finish the job. Infernals are not known to spare their prey."