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

There were no miscellaneous items, no trash, not even dust—a trait consistent with people who are slightly off mentally, similar to someone who could murder while listening to the "Ode to Joy."


There were no spiders under the bed, and no dolls either.


He opened his wardrobe, which contained very simple clothing. With one glance, you could see everything. Attractive people don't need fancy clothes to enhance themselves; a plain T-shirt can be just as trendy.


Among the clothes, Lu Ban spotted a doll and picked it up.


The doll was made up like a clown, with garish and yet faint makeup; its mouth curled up in a comical and eerie smile.


Nowadays, such a doll definitely wouldn't be as beloved as a Psyduck, but ten or so years ago, kids quite liked them. What exactly had changed in aesthetic tastes, Lu Ban couldn't say.


But the doll did not respond, simply lying there quietly.


756. The Monster in the Wardrobe_1