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 Lu Ban were here, he might not recognize what this was at first glance, but with careful thought, he could associate that the visual distortion indicated a bending of space, and the bending of space must be accompanied by gravitational anomalies.


In other words, there was a wormhole here.


Shuangxin instinctively sensed danger as she looked at the glowing distortion of the wormhole, illuminating the surrounding walls with firelight.


Then, Shuangxin saw that the cement-cast walls were covered with dense scratches.


The scratches looked as if they had been laboriously gouged out by human fingers, or as if a monster had been tearing at them, a shocking sight that caused a piercing pain just from looking.


The Singer stared at the wormhole, lightly touching the warped area with the tablet she held in her hand.


Soon, the Singer discovered that the normally sharp-edged tablet had become bent, as if it had melted, twisting along with the fluorescent light surrounding the wormhole.


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