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

It had just turned night, and a thin twilight enveloped the bamboo forest, quiet and secluded.


A babbling brook meandered from the depth of the forest, beneath the dim and swaying tree shadows, something unseen seemed to be peering into the world of humans. Insect chirps and the calls of some unknown creatures composed the main melody of the woods, but at times, silence would engulf everything.


Lu Ban looked up at the night sky, shrouded in a faint mist, barely any constellations were visible, just a few stars stubbornly twinkling.


The moon was hidden behind deeper clouds, and Lu Ban couldn't even tell if the moon of this world was round.


On the island, a festival was underway, with a street filled with lanterns. Roadside vendors were selling candied apples, scooping goldfish, and masks. The mysterious music echoed through the streets, yet the players were invisible.


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