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

Zhou Changqing looked at the contents of the cup, his nostrils flaring slightly because he smelled a strong scent of blood.


Isn't it bad for an elderly person to drink such tea?


That was the first thought in his mind.


But the withered old man hurriedly extended his hand with sharp nails, trying to grab the cup.


Zhou Changqing could only put the cup on the table and watched the old man pick it up, gulping down the blood inside. A few drops of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth along with the pulsing of his throat, like a vampire who had just finished feeding.


Upon seeing this, Zhou Changqing thought it was about time for him to go downstairs for a meal. He took a step back, ready to leave.


"If you're alright, old man, I'll take my leave now."


As he spoke, suddenly, the old man grabbed Zhou Changqing's wrist.


The sharp nails prickled Zhou Changqing's skin, making him furrow his brow.


"I, need, more, water, more of it, more..."


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