I'm a Rancher Who Keeps a Herd of Monsters

I woke from a dream with the game-modifying tool I'd written in my previous life and transmigrated to another world, where I became a down-and-out noble exiled to an endless wasteland.

As a rancher, my livestock were sick, dying, or wasting away. With nowhere else to turn, I had no choice but to change careers and raise monsters instead.

Frog + spear + old leather clothes = Frogman Berserker

Catfish + limb-growing powder + seaweed skirt = Benthic Fishman

I raised a tribe of Frogman Berserkers in a swampy jungle, tossed a few Skeleton Guards into an abandoned ancient tomb, let several Staff-Wielding Centaurs loose on the wasteland, and stationed a few Treants in the forest...

Later, the Frogman Berserkers' swamp became a kingdom of traps. The Skeleton Guards hollowed out the underground and built a dungeon. The Treants grew a wall of giant trees. And the Staff-Wielding Centaurs robbed several wealthy merchant caravans for me.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.