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

The more Xu Duchong watched the film, the more he felt something was off.


Especially when he saw Lu Ban asking around for information in the restaurant, following those two guys who brought their own food, chatting while eating, Xu Duchong actually smelled the aroma of the food.


People say a well-made food movie can make you feel like you can smell the aroma, but this time Xu Duchong really did smell it.


The milky scent of a fried egg, the charred smell of grilled fish, the pungent odor of cumin and chili pepper, and the fragrance of alcohol—there was no doubt that if he closed his eyes right now, he would definitely feel like he was in that eerie canteen, surrounded by eating guests, occasionally hearing conversations, and smelling the tempting scent of barbecued seafood.


The nauseating sensation brought by the painting of the missing artist Wan Ye was swept away, and saliva secreted unconsciously under his tongue, making Xu Duchong feel a bit hungry.


126. Gao Neng Jun has already fallen_1