The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 746 - 115 - Medicinal Improvements And The Development Of The Cure For Eternal Slumber (1)

Chapter 746: Chapter 115 - Medicinal Improvements And The Development Of The Cure For Eternal Slumber (1)

The advancements in medicine had been rather unstable lately—progress was happening, yes, but the momentum was erratic, like a flame that flickers with every gust. With the rapid development of treatments across a wide spectrum of diseases, the world found itself in the midst of a new medical era. Integration efforts for these medicines were underway, and global trial runs had begun in preparation for mass production and international distribution. The ambition was big. The effort—massive.

In Leonamon, the breakthroughs were soaring sky-high. The contributions were unmatched, particularly when it came to basic, yet vital necessities—things like antibiotics, immune boosters, and other essential treatments were already rolling off production lines.

Still, not all the medicines were finished. Some were halfway there—tangled in refinement phases, awaiting perfection.

And yet, oddly enough, the most heavily produced and widely sold item wasn’t something lifesaving or disease-curing.

It was aphrodisiacs.

That detail alone sparked a wave of thoughts in me—ideas that could be good for business, especially here. In this world, sex wasn’t just accepted—it was glorified. Pleasure was treated as sacred, perhaps even more than health or peace. And I had no complaints about that. I loved sex just as much as anyone else. So I figured, why not craft something special that leans into that culture?

Maya stood beside me while I quietly observed the assortment of medicines laid out across the shelves and tables. There were drugs for all kinds of ailments, potent stuff designed to stop illnesses at their roots, and others that boosted vitality and stamina to an unnatural degree.

Everywhere I looked, the primary theme was health, like treatments that healed, soothed, or strengthened the body against disease. Nothing flashy. Just clean, clinical efficiency.

But today was different. I had something specific in mind.

I was preparing to submit a sample to the lab—something that would serve as a vital step in researching a cure for the Eternal Slumber Illness. This wasn’t just any disease. It was deadly—silent and creeping—and not something to be taken lightly. Once it took hold of someone, the only known method to "preserve" them was through magic—by binding their life to an enchanted implement. Even then, it wasn’t a cure. They wouldn’t wake up. They’d just be stuck in a state between life and death.

I had said to the lab staff earlier that I should just drop my sperm into a vial and be done with it.

But they’d insisted—it needed to be fresh.

So, reluctantly, I made my way here.

Stepping into this sterile, near-white room filled with white-robed individuals gave me an odd, unsettled feeling—like I’d accidentally walked into a realm that wasn’t mine. The clinical smell of alcohol and iron lingered faintly in the air, and the whisper of footsteps on tile echoed faintly with every movement.

I couldn’t believe how crowded it had gotten in here compared to before. The place had practically transformed.

That was why I now found myself walking toward Trisha’s lab.

Trisha, one of my women, was stationed here. She worked both as a doctor and a pharmaceutical researcher. She had always been the quiet, composed type with her being professional, sharp, and deeply passionate about her craft.

Lucky for me, she had a natural talent for this line of work. She wasn’t just a healer. She was also a relentless learner, constantly evolving, adapting, and pushing her knowledge of medicine to new heights.

After weaving through a few hallways and corridors, Maya and I finally reached the room where Trisha was working.

Maya knocked gently on the door.

"Come in, please. The door is open," a calm, slightly muffled voice replied from inside.

Maya pushed the door open.

The sight that greeted us was almost overwhelming.

Stacks upon stacks of paper were everywhere—piled so high they brushed the ceiling, pinned to walls, scattered across tables, even spilling onto the floor. There was no rhyme or reason to the layout, but there was a strange kind of organized chaos to it. It was the unmistakable signature of a mind consumed by research.

Even though all the writing was in the same language I knew, none of it made sense to me. It was a flurry of medical terminology and handwritten formulas. But I figured it had something to do with pharmaceutical development.

"Oh, Master. You’re here," Trisha said warmly. She turned with a graceful smile and gave a polite bow. Then she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my torso in a soft, longing embrace. "It’s been quite a while... I was starting to get frustrated."

"I know. I’m sorry," I replied, returning the hug. "You’ve been busy too, so it’s hard to find a good time for both of us."

Come to think of it, the last time we did it must’ve been over a month ago.

That wasn’t typical for me. I always made time to care for my girls. Usually, it never took more than a week before I’d be with them again. But this past month had been insane—between her workload and mine, romance just kept slipping further and further away.

"Well..." Trisha said, her tone dropping into something a little more sultry, "we could always just do it now."

She stepped back and smiled playfully.

"I think it would be fitting... considering what you came here for."

I was here to give her a sample—my sperm—but apparently, she had something more hands-on in mind for how that was going to happen.

Trisha turned from me and walked over to her desk, which was completely buried under paper.

Then she bent over, arching slightly as she reached into a bottom drawer on the other side of the table. Her skirt lifted just a little—but her focus remained locked on whatever she was searching for.

It took a while—probably longer than expected—but finally, she seemed to find it.

"Here," she said, pulling something out and holding it in her palm. "This looks like a good one to use. It’s still in its prototype stage, but I think it’ll do. Plus, testing it with you first seems appropriate."

She stepped closer and held it out toward me.

My eyes widened the second I saw it.

"Oh? You already finished it?"

It was one of the very products I had conceptualized when I learned how enthusiastic this world was about sex.

It was something made specifically for those moments—something sleek and rubbery, designed to prevent males from impregnating their partners.

It was a condom.

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