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

Upon hearing this name, Lu Ban felt an inevitable sense of expectation. 


He had heard from Shia that Du Danping had appeared in the Wasteland, and now, since his mission had been disturbed, the likelihood of encountering Du Danping had certainly increased. 


Now, it could only be said that Lu Ban felt a kind of closure in his destiny. 


Because he had witnessed Du Danping's deeds during his mission, he started searching for the Melody Shards left by Du Danping, journeyed through numerous Foreign Domains, and now, he was finally about to meet Du Danping. 


Lu Ban watched Shuangxin rise and walk toward the inner room, and he followed her. 


The room had no door; passing by Shuangxin's shoulder, Lu Ban saw a person sitting inside. 


The man wore a fitted suit, his hair neatly groomed, and he was holding an ancient document, deeply engrossed in reading, until Shuangxin spoke up, causing him to lift his head and look over. 


858. Democracy