My name was Victorian. The progenitor of all monsters, the father of madness, the creator of the legendary Chimeros and Kai. Funny thing: the one thing they feared most were exactly them. Apparently, no one had ever looked into my secret notebook, where the sketches of real nightmares are kept…
Ah, those were the days…
Now I am Victor. And I own a veterinary clinic on the outskirts of the imperial capital in a world where I ran away to rest.
Yes, I wanted it myself. Even the most powerful and deranged creators need a vacation. And this world, stuffed with unique genetic material, seemed like the perfect place. “An ideal world for you,” said one goddess, advising me to go there.
Only she forgot to specify one detail: in this “ideal world,” even the veterinarian will have to remember how to create monsters—in order to survive.