After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

Chapter 292 Potions and Bombs

The next few days were incredibly fast-paced. Everyone was busy and set to work particularly hard, hoping to prepare the territory and themselves the best they could.

Naturally, as the Lord, Althea was no different.

Now that the infrastructure and military concerns were settled and on track, Althea decided to lock herself up in the lab again, munching on a sweet cookie (or lollipop, chewy candy, or whatever her dainty claws got from space) as she did so.

The first half of the day was dedicated to her small bombs. She had given all the bombs she had to Winona before she left, so now she had to make more to help her deal with the mobs.

Among the many types of small bombs on her lists, the easier-to-do ones were the paralysis bombs and poison bombs. This was because she had plenty of paralyzing and poisonous plants, so the main affecting components were done fairly easily.

Her main challenge was the triggers or ignition mechanism.

After all, there was no gunpowder, only some rough similar powder she managed to squeeze out of available materials.

How many people had literal fire-on-hand like Rowan?

So she had to do some alchemy first and create a solution that reacted upon exposure to air.

She took various plant parts in her collection, trying to see the effects. This alone took many hours. It would've taken longer had she not recorded her findings on plants as she found them, very thoroughly in her notebook and the tablet.

After a while of

[You have successfully created a unique explosive. Received Gift Pack (B)!]

Her eyebrows rose. Wasn't there a pharmacist who invented something similar before? Perhaps the formulation and effects were too different that it counted as an original?

Anyway, Althea excitedly opened it to see it was a beautiful robe. It was plain in color, but the fabric looked like superior silk, and it had a different sheen to it.

[Medina Robe (C): +40 Defence, lowers presence by 20%]

Putting it on, Althea's attention quickly returned to her experiments.

But her eyelids eventually turned heavier as the minutes trickled by, as if her body was already aware that she had finished the most important tasks and it was finally time to rest. Soon, she had no choice but to go to bed.

She was a bit regretful her momentum was broken, but then she saw her babies and all her tiredness went away, letting her sleep peacefully, the energy completely renewed for yet another bout of obsessive experimentation the next day.