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 chatter that erupted in Lu Ban's mind was so loud it seemed his brain would explode and took over all his consciousness.


He seemed to see surreal Pyramids, ancient Temples, monstrous creatures of flesh wriggling in caves, and distant stars twinkling far away.


In the hymn where the sky and the universe merged into one, Lu Ban reached out for the Jade Pendant.


The moment the smooth Jade Pendant touched his skin, his heartbeat accelerated, seemingly exceeding the limits of human capability.


Starting from his fingertips, his veins swelled, protruded, and his muscles spasmed and stiffened; he felt like he was about to explode in the next moment, unable to control himself.


Lu Ban's blood vessels under his skin really burst.


The scorching blood splattered out, staining Amber's dress and face.


Amber did not move; she knew that no one could help Lu Ban now, and the only thing that could respond to him was himself.


943. Strength