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

Watching everything he'd created, Lu Ban felt as though currents of destiny swept him forward.


The Pure Fire was still spreading, but at least he had one last moment to bid farewell to the giant.


Descending into the pit, Lu Ban saw that most of Old Song's body had been devoured. His innards and blood scattered, marking the final countdown of his life.


The giant was breathing his last. He stared at the breaking dawn with unfocused eyes.


He could have been addressing Lu Ban and Shia or his own comrades.


Lu Ban replied, while the flames were slowly cascading down, gradually engulfing Old Song's body.


Old Song didn't feel any pain, or perhaps his body had already lost the ability to feel pain.


Only the slowness of death allowed him to retain some consciousness at that moment.


Hearing Lu Ban's voice, Old Song weakly lifted his eyes.


The Pure Fire burned in his unfocused gaze, like the last twilight of a civilization.


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