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

The eyes reflected the dim light from the street lamps outside, appearing somewhat fierce.


Lu Ban looked at the owner of the eyes, Wes.


Wes sat up, incessantly scratching his arm until he couldn't help but lift the sleeve, discovering that blackness had spread across his entire hand and even to his neck as he pulled his collar aside.


"It's so itchy, like ants crawling over me. You understand, don't you? That itch, feels like it's coming from inside my bones."


Wes let out a bitter laugh, his fingernails scraping over his arms. It was visible that the skin beneath his nails was already torn, revealing the dark flesh beneath.


"Do you think if I dug out my bones, I would feel a bit better?"


His hand moved to his neck, the blackened skin there inviting his nails to scratch incessantly, like some sort of scratch card beckoning to be scraped.


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