Golden Dreamland

Traversing parallel worlds, Lu Ban, who only wanted to make some money by making films, awaken a System, which granted him rewards every time he completed a task.
Awesome!
Wait a second, look under the bed at midnight? Piano sounds in a theater deserted for twenty years? The artist of an art exhibition gone missing? As Lu Ban completed these tasks, he realized that this world might be haunted!
This System is not normal.
He found that the System not only sent him on deadly explorations in forbidden places but also recorded all his near-death experiences as video material, and later even threw Lu Ban into the Indescribable Another World!
“Eh, if I edit these videos into a movie, wouldn't that be the perfect horror film?”
Lu Ban began to understand everything.
Thus, within the Foreign Domain, legends about the Ancient Overlord and the Indescribable horror began to spread.
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Another title of this book is "Strange Descent, Filming in Cthulhu's World" "What Did I Do Wrong to Live a Streamer's Life in an Infinite World?" "I, the Investigator, Excel at Getting in Over My Head"
Keywords: Cthulhu, Original Infinite Streams, Myth-making, Roleplaying, Silly, Psychotic, a novel that heals the heart, light and enjoyable.

I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords

If you could call that a human, then Lu Ban felt something was not right with the world.


Because that was definitely not what a normal modern human looked like. It was somewhat different from an ape, more like some quadruped being forced to stand and run upright, in a bizarre posture that gave an indescribable sense of disgust.


However, it was just a fleeting glimpse, and the creature disappeared into the distance as the bus drove on. Lu Ban didn't pay it any more mind and turned his head back.


"What do you think that was just now, outside the window?"


The brother was startled, quickly shifting away from the window.


"The thing that looked like a person, didn't you see it?"


He seemed about to cry, shrinking his neck involuntarily.


041. Every path leads to the Abandoned Capital_1