After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1875: Alterran Fertility Potions

Speaking of cute babies, because of the children going around, and most especially the Witt twins, there was a large wave of baby fever. They were all envious of the cuteness, the giggles, and the warmth brought to the families with children.

There was an option for adoption, but many parents-wanabee would not choose this route. For one, not everyone was qualified to adopt from the Alterran orphanage, which had a lot of requirements that would secure the child’s future, at least until adulthood.

Another was that not many were willing to foster at all.

One reason was that many wanted to bond with the child from a young age. By this time, the children who had survived were already relatively old, already in their tweens, the remaining little ones were around 8 or 9 years old already.

The ’cute and warm’ phase was over, and they would have to deal with the hormonal teens in a few years, not many parents-wanabee wanted to deal with that, especially when it wasn’t even a relative.

Most people wanted to care only for their own DNA, which was completely understandable and valid. Anyway, the orphanage itself was well-cared for and made sure the children grew up well, were taught well, and had the proper values. It wasn’t like the children were at a loss.

Even before the very recent cold wave and the pandemic, when couples were pretty much trapped with each other, people were already trying to make babies en masse!

Like this, there had been dozens of births the past couple of months, not counting the goblin babies. There are also more and more people getting pregnant now.

Amidst all this, Cheman...had finally perfected a batch of fertility pills!

This one was even improved!

Since he had arrived here, outside the priority projects (for example, those related to the Fire Plague back then) Cheman had been studying his old fertility formula with the other Alterran pharmacists.

He was not stingy with his formula, and he was glad that he wasn’t, too! The Alterrans provided him with various insights that he wouldn’t have thought of easily on his own...

As soon as his ingredients had been delivered, he started making some, and others observed, learned, gained and gave insight.

There was really no need to be too stingy or even afraid of credit going to the wrong place. That was easily determined with a simple honesty oath, so the thought of stealing other people’s thunder wasn’t common in the Research Center.

It was really an atmosphere wholly focused on learning, and it was amazing.

Some materials were from the scientists (which would be calculated as a higher percentage in profit sharing), while most came from the Research Center itself.

There was a warehouse of materials in the Research Center, and people simply had to make requests and log the items, and they could pretty much take whatever they wanted.

Of course, this would, in turn, be calculated in the share of the territory that they would get when they complete their research, apply it, and commercialize it.

That said, in order to foster a sense of urgency and not waste resources, there was still a quota of development and production.

People had specific outputs they needed to complete. They had assigned jobs to the territory assigned to them, but it was enough to gain just a bit of profit considering the costs (including wages). There was no strict time as well, and the scientists could enter and exit the center whenever they wanted as long as the quota was met.

As for Research and Development, it was actually part-time and not a requirement, and it was even better if they provided their own materials. Most of them would spend hours a day into this, especially after fulfilling their monthly quotas.

There were a lot of perks—not to mention a sense of accomplishment—to those who actually invested time and effort into this. There were contribution points, actual money from royalties, and so on!

There were also very real possibilities of their research being applied, and what was the best way to see the meaning of life, other than seeing their hard work used by others— helping other people’s lives?

On the other hand, when the researchers took materials from the center, there had to be findings. What the administration required of the scholars was that for every bulk of materials they took, they had to at least have a finding every month.

It didn’t have to be a grand invention. Even just the creation or confirmation of a hypothesis was already sufficient. It could even be a minor improvement of an existing item.

Considering the investment put to them, the terms were extremely favourable. The point was to innovate, no matter how small.

Alterra’s motto here was to support the talents well—but push them just enough to keep them going, all without making their creativity and their personal lives suffer.

This was unless they were willing—without prompt—to sacrifice their social lives and sleep, which 99% of them actually were.

Anyway, back to Cheman and the fertility pills...

With the help of the other alchemists and their testing apparatus, Cheman came to know more about the composition of materials.

They found alternative materials; interestingly, some were Terran materials

With their technology, the materials were even modified so they would mix even better, with less wastage. They also improved their method of intake as well as its absorption rate.

Before, one had to take the pills for a relatively prolonged period of time, and it would gradually increase the chances of conception. Now, a single dose could have better effects. It was cheaper to produce, too.

Most importantly, the side effect it had—damaging the woman’s body if taken too carelessly and too often—was also fixed!

They would be selling these through specific channels. Since it was a special item, Althea offered him a distribution partnership through her pharmacy store.

Since the System Pharmacy had opened and had even upgraded, her store had gradually focused more on specialized potions unavailable elsewhere.

They even had to implement a schedule and ticket system now, wherein the ticket required just to enter the store had to be bought off.

They had no choice but to do this because there weren’t many pharmacists and many of them also had research quotas. Not to mention, special potions took time to produce. There simply wasn’t enough supply to meet the growing demands.

Althea was not willing to push the alchemists to work too hard, either, especially when she herself was unwilling.

Innovating and creating new potions was enjoyable to her, but continuously making the same potion, over and over, certainly wasn’t. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Because of this, people started fighting to get into the shop first when it opened or when it restocked.

Long story short, there were quite a few people who had been thrown in jail because of the subsequent conflicts.

Not to mention, since Althea was getting super busy with a thousand other things and the alchemists who could create the special potions were not that many compared to the number of guards, certain potions—like high level healing potions—became something exclusively bought by a lot of contribution points as well!

Of course, supervisor-level guards also had some in the supply kit, provided by the territory to them every month.

With such needs, how many could they actually release to the market?! Not much, right?

There was no doubt that the fertility pills would cause no less chaos than the others, if not more.

After all, the other potions might just attract the fighters. This one could attract everyone.

Althea felt a headache coming just at the thought of it.

Well, she and her team would have to make foolproof plans for the subsequent release. However, before doing so, people in government positions were given the priority to buy, usually a month or two before the formal commercial release.

It was another perk given to them, so they would work even harder for the territory.

The fertility pills would be released in the same way, so this news was quietly passed over to the Ministers.

There was a certain overall amount that could be released in this first batch, and there were also purchase limits. It was only if the ministers did not want to buy a bottle that those in the lower level had the chance for it, and so on.

When Gwen—through Mathilda and her brother—found out about it, how could she not jump at the chance?