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

Hearing Lu Ban's question, the patient lifted his head, glanced at him, but seemed uninterested as he lowered his head again, burying himself in the laptop on his lap. He wasn't typing but sliding his fingers on the touchpad as if browsing a webpage.


"Got anything good there, let me have a look."


Lu Ban moved behind him, peeking at what was on the computer screen.


Reds and greens, it looked like the interface of a financial investment software, uncertain whether it was stocks or something else.


The patient did not respond, just focused on browsing through the stock information.


"How come this person isn't reacting at all, could it be that he has had surgery, had his frontal lobes removed?"


Lu Ban turned to Baobao for her opinion.


Saying this, Baobao placed her hand on the man's head.


Before the patient could react, his head split open like blooming petals.


796. Gently Knocking on the Slumbering Heart_1