A Perfect World for the Chimerologist 2

I was called Victorian. The progenitor of all monsters, the father of madness, the creator of the legendary Chimerose and Kaia. It’s funny that people were most afraid of them. Apparently, no one ever looked into my secret notebook, where the sketches of real nightmares are kept…

Ah, those were the days…

Now I’m Victor. And I own a veterinary clinic on the outskirts of an imperial capital—in a world where I ran away to rest.

Yes, I wanted it myself. Even the most powerful, most deranged creators need a vacation. And this world, stuffed full of unique genetic material, seemed like the perfect place. “An ideal world for you,” a goddess told me as she advised me to go there.

Only she forgot to mention one detail: in this “ideal world,” even a veterinarian has to remember how to create monsters just to survive.