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

At the moment the Magic Network was constructed, everyone in the Night Country heard a thunderous roar.


The mages noticed that silk-like threads, seemingly tangible and made of light, were emanating from their own chests and extending towards the infinite heights of the sky, where they tangled together midway to form a vast web.


In their consciousness, a fire appeared amid the dark and gloomy night sky, like a pale sun, bringing a weak light to the land.


Some knowledge emerged in their minds, it was a contract.


This contract promised uncontaminated knowledge and power, but it also demanded sacrifice and payment.


Some mages hesitated, others accepted gladly, while others were utterly bewildered.


They might have been wretched souls tormented by pollution, with little time to live, or idealists with noble aspirations, determined to save this world, or perhaps they simply wanted to cling to the last sliver of hope in this dark and desperate world.


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