I Raised a Few Monsters. Did the 749 Bureau Really Need to Come After Me?

The day I was locked up in Bureau 749, the city's wealthy residents all signed a petition to bail me out.

The new investigator thought they had caught some dangerous criminal.

That was until they saw me in the interrogation room, offering the bureau chief a cigarette. “Chief, this counts as a good deed, right?”

“The pixiu and golden toads kept in those rich folks’ homes are all monsters I mass-produced.”

“Once they’ve absorbed enough wealth energy, I take them back and refine them into pills. They’re ten times more nourishing than wild monster cores.”

As the young investigator fell to the floor in terror, I flicked the ash from my cigarette.

“Want to know how to use a Demon Refining Gourd to set up a monster farm in the human world?”

“First, you start by getting the monsters bloodline certificates...”