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

Black hair, light-colored eyes, dressed in a short-sleeve white blouse and a knee-length plaid skirt typical of high school uniforms, with ankle socks and sneakers, and carrying a fabric bag over her shoulder—the girl who appeared at the door of Lu Ban's hospital room indeed bore an identical appearance to Amber.


"How come? Is there something on my face?"


The girl noticed Lu Ban's gaze and quickly touched her face, then scanned the hem of her skirt and the edge of her shirt. Finding no issues, she stepped forward with a light gait to Lu Ban's bedside.


Lu Ban looked at the girl brimming with youthful vitality and said seriously.


The girl was taken aback but quickly caught on.


"You're starting with those settings again, huh? Hey, didn't the doctor say you were getting a bit better?"


She sighed, placed the fabric bag on the bedside table, and took out two apples and a folding fruit knife, beginning to peel the apples with concentration.


894. You are already dead.