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

Mo Guangyuan jumped up, took a closer look, and saw a small spider crawling on its thread, slowly dropping down. If he hadn't paid attention, it probably would have fallen on him soon.


He casually picked up a newspaper from a colleague's desk next to him, wrapped up the spider's silk, and gave the spider a painless death.


Mo Guangyuan sat down, checked the ceiling again to make sure there were no more spiders, and then continued with his headphones on.


The guys in suits on the road were gathering, and he saw Lu Ban arrive amongst the group, seeing the man in a suit in the center who was twitching and struggling.


The suited man let out a hoarse scream, and then, from his throat, a tentacle extended out.


Mo Guangyuan took a breath, the performance was too realistic and he deeply empathized with it, feeling as if something was in his own throat too.


No, that felt like something was actually there.


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