Ratman Destruction Manual

Very well written. It is exactly the same as my experience of being a mouse at home. It is very reasonable. Remember to ask others to help us mice feed more peanuts in the future.

Holding a dimension stone in my hand, the sacred number is self-evident in my heart, I have rung the bell a million times, my malice is self-generating, my military book is light gray and short, my technology can defeat all enemies, the great horned rat is glorious, I am not afraid of anyone. A thousand words can be said in one sentence: YES! YES!

The writing is very real, you look like a rat in the sewer🐭

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Legend has it that a long time ago, humans and dwarves lived together in a city called Cavizal. They decided to build a hammer version of the Tower of Babel to thank the gods for the prosperity they had given them. But even the dwarf engineers didn't know how to build such a tall tower. At this time, a mysterious man in gray expressed his willingness to help with the planning. He did not want any reward, but only asked to add a big bell on the top of the tower to pay respect to his god. When the tower was completed, the man in gray disappeared, and the big clock on the top of the tower chimed thirteen times. It started to rain constantly, a large number of residents began to get sick, crops failed, newborns died or were deformed, and the rats in the city became more and more numerous, bigger, and smarter (in the old version of the story, the stranger asked for payment for building the tower but the residents refused to pay, so he cursed the city, but the new version does not mention this at all). The big bell rings thirteen times every day. The rain turned into hail, and the hail turned into rain of fire. The number of rats continued to increase, and they began to swarm to prey on the old, weak, sick and disabled. When the strange events first began, humans sought help from their dwarf allies. For the first time, the dwarves called them cowards who were frightened by mice and rejected them. The second time, the dwarf rejected them because the rats ate up all the dwarf's food. For the third time, the surviving humans were desperate. They pried open the door of the dwarf stronghold and asked for help... Only to see dwarf skeletons and swarms of rats everywhere. The poem ends with the rats eating the last surviving humans.

Nice squirrel, makes my tail twirl

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It must succeed! Who should be angry to death?

White-haired beauty, YES! YES!

But it's okay, at least there's an explanation, bye

Yes yes long live rat rat

Come on, there are no mice, only cats

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The author can fly with confidence, and the readers will always be with him

As title

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Horned Rat, yes! Yes!

In the desolate and dark underground, there is an endless unknown, and what I saw was a race full of green light, with bells ringing from time to time. The first sound was thanks to the man in black, who brought the towering dark tower to hold the sacred pendulum. The second sound is to let the light of darkness take root in this land. The third sound is to thank it for its grace, allowing us to have the sacred sacred horn. The fourth tone is to allow us to have a deeper understanding of those dirty and cruel philosophies. The fifth tone is to let all the clean and tidy stupidity be purified by our sacred messy filth. The sixth tone, thank you for giving us the mother rat, so that our selfishness and offspring can grow and die without control. The seventh tone, thank you for giving us thinking and allowing our madness to be truly and vividly displayed. The eighth tone, thanks to the gems shining with bright green light in the darkness, gives us the ability to pollute and be polluted. The ninth tone, in order to allow believers to perceive its existence, is evil and unbearable. The tenth sound is to make our compatriots whose death is insignificant feel their insignificance. The eleventh sound makes the incense burner carrying germs wander around the world. The twelfth tone, let death and survival become our eternal illnesses. The thirteenth call, the horned rat walks among us! Yes! Yes!

Do you have any recommendations from the same series? Is this the only one left?