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

Lu Ban hastily dodged to the side, and the hammer only hit the wall, raising a small cloud of dust.


The director's movements were nothing like those of a dead person, fast, and he raised the scalpel again, the sharp blade attempting to slice into Lu Ban's flesh.


At this point, Lu Ban showed no mercy. He raised one hand, firing a Speech Bullet from his silver revolver into the director's brain, infusing it with the murmurs of that great existence.


Meanwhile, facing Director Zhao Gongping, who was momentarily stunned, Lu Ban swung his crowbar and smashed half of his head into a bloody, indistinct mess.


Lu Ban then noticed that what splashed out of the director's brain wasn't blood but some kind of gray, viscous liquid.


The director stopped moving due to losing half of his head, fell to his knees, and soon lay motionless.


144. Raising the dead and whitening bones_1