Feng Lun never thought that an ordinary inheritance would drag him into endless madness and weirdness. The remote and isolated town of Nether Fog hides horrors beyond common sense. The whispers of the alien gods flow in the wind. The shadows of the old rulers cover every inch of the land. The strange traces of the Familia are lurking in the darkness.
He was born with a strange golden finger - no matter how terrifying the existence is, his spirit will never collapse and his sanity will never drop. But behind this "luck" is a more cruel curse: his body will be contaminated by divinity and constantly mutate, with tentacles, scales, rotten flesh... Devouring his "human" form bit by bit.
In order to keep his human form and the last bit of dignity as a mortal, Feng Lun struggled to survive in the cracks of terror. He collected the relics of the ancient gods to fight against mutation, fought to the death with the old family members, faced the gaze of the old rulers, and even offered sacrifices to unknown foreign gods in desperate situations.
When the degree of mutation approached infinitely close to ninety, when he was about to completely become an inhuman monster, when the ancient gods fell and the alien gods came, Feng Lun finally understood that if he wanted to avoid being assimilated, he could only go upstream - using a mortal body, stealing the power of the gods, seizing the old position, and turning into a new alien god.
This is a road paved with distortion and madness. There is no redemption and no retreat. The only way is to hold on to the only remaining self and fight a path to godhood for mortals in the chaos and terror of Cthulhu.
