Mr. Rat on the Gray Fog

Warm reminder from the Church of Storms: Extraordinary people please do not bring food into the meditation room. Food scraps attract rats Rats will read the Blasphemous Tablet Codex on the podium Learn extraordinary knowledge and take magic potions then replace the extraordinary take over the church, Rule the world. [Steam, steel, potions, sealed objects... In the era of disaster when alien gods invaded, a gray rat began to build his own underground kingdom from the sewers of Baker Street, formed an intelligence network for potions, and led the gray rats step by step to the peak of the path to God. [It wasn't until the alien gods came with the doomsday that they suddenly discovered that the biggest threat was not humans, but a round, furry gray rat holding a scepter and controlling the gray mist. His will is above the times, and all sentient beings obey His gaze.