Roamer Rockf's house appeared simple, a single-story building with spacious white steps, pillars, square windows, and pavilions. The only distinguishing feature that brought freshness to the white building was the rose bushes growing beneath each window.When Dim-Dim decided to transform into a butterfly and landed on the head of Pedro, who had transformed into a beautiful girl in a neat suit, he didn't feel out of place."Miss Jane," greeted one of the gardeners, and Pedro waved casually."Hi. Is Mr. Rockf at home?" he asked."Yes, he is, Miss Jane," replied the gardener.So, Pedro in Jane's guise confidently knocked on the white door of Roamer Rockf's house.A housekeeper woman almost instantly opened the door. "Miss Jane! What a surprise!" she exclaimed.Pedro made a modest chuckle, and the woman smiled, seeing Jane so happy."I miss Pudding," Pedro said in a playful tone that didn't seem irritating on Jane's face but rather endearing. "But I miss you all too." His eyes briefly gla

"And women like Yunabella Goldrif surely come around midnight. She's not Cinderella, buddy. She's a party girl.""So, are we going to be here until midnight?" Dim-Dim asked, suddenly nervous again."Yeah," muttered Pedro. "We'll be here until she shows up, and when she leaves, I have to be the guy who leaves with her. Or you. One of us.""We need to successfully dig up information from Yunabella, because girls like her are always good at maintaining their image online. Nothing personal ever surfaces except for a deceased husband who left a lot of wills.""I understand," Dim-Dim said. He was the one who initiated the investigation into the founders of Safe City, so he had to stay strong and focused on his goal. He chewed on another fry when suddenly his phone buzzed. A notification from Monstachat.EDEL: Hang in there! I'm on my way!TARA: Is that you? Snacking on fries at the bar tonight?Reading the second message, Dim-Dim immediately looked left and right, and his eyes locked onto T

To: Z.I've sent the money. That's the last. I must remind you that if you keep squeezing us, I'll send someone to take care of you, doctor. I didn't ask you to create such a terrible monster! I was drunk that night, and I don't remember agreeing to something as horrible as your offer that night.When Pedro read the email the next day, he didn't seem too concerned about it as a betrayal."She said in the email, she was drunk at the time. So she wasn't really asking Dr. ZA to create monsters," Pedro said while leaning on the counter."While Roamer Rockf clearly stated he didn't ask Dr. ZA to create those monsters," Dim-Dim muttered."Yeah, but maybe after his son's death, he's no longer ambitious to chase money like before," Pedro said.Dim-Dim wondered if now, after spending a night with Yunabella Goldrif, Pedro was no longer neutral and wanted to blame all the founders of Safe City except Goldrif."That's cruel. But I'm sure if that man didn't want to send Dr. ZA money, it means he r

Amma found herself unable to refuse her grandfather's lunch invitation, so she accepted it and they calmly had lunch together for a while.Dim-Dim, for the first time, felt empty. He yearned for justice. He desired justice. But it turned out that so many people benefited from Dr. ZA's created monsters, who requested that monsters be mass-produced, and now he didn't know whom to blame."Perhaps you should let this go and accept it," said Amma. And reluctantly, Dim-Dim agreed to the suggestion.Dr. ZA had already been sentenced to death, and life went on as normal. Venators and Illicitors continued to hunt down the remaining monsters across various parts of the world, and the number of creatures left was now very few. Eventually, the world returned to normal, and becoming a Venator was no longer a job that everyone could achieve.Dim-Dim graduated from college at the end of February, and after that, he quit his job as an Illicitor and started spending more time with his girlfriend, Amma

The operation on the Siberian Husky went smoothly. Dim-Dim has helped repair several internal and external wounds. And now, after carefully placing the Siberian Husky in a cage with soft surface, ensuring its head is facing the right direction so the dog can breathe normally even while completely anesthetized, Dim-Dim called the husky's owner.The gorgeous woman answered her phone on the first ring."Hello, doc, how's Eonnie doing?" she asked."The operation went well. Right now, Eonnie is still completely under anesthesia. Could you come pick her up in two hours?" Dim-Dim asked.There were a few seconds of unsettling silence. "Um, doc, can I pick up Eonnie later tonight? There's—there's a little... issue," Amaliah said on the other end of the phone, and Dim-Dim momentarily stroked Eonnie's fur."Okay, sure. The clinic is open until 9 PM. Make sure you come before that," he said. "Though I don't think you need to rush, Miss. Amali—""Amma," Amaliah interrupted, and Dim-Dim sighed."Am