“But they’re the ones who started this war. Let’s not worry about this. I just got a call from Ji-Han and he said that he set up a wall of security teams around our potion factory,” Ji-Cheok said.

It seemed that Ji-Han had secured the entire perimeter by using a literal human shield.

“That’s reassuring, but… I’m sure they are not going to go bankrupt just from this.”

“Well, of course. They still have C-grade potions.”

The limit of mass-produced potions in factories was known to be C-grade. Starting from B-grade, mass production was no longer possible, and the only potions available were made by small private workshops. Anything above B-grade required a high-rank alchemist to make, so it was not even a question of profit at that level.

‘Cheok-Liang, what is the domestic consumption of C-grade potions?’

«I am searching for it right now. The consumption of C-grade this month is about 8,500 bottles. SL Chemical dominates about forty percent of the market. The average price of a C-grade potion is around 10 million won per bottle, but the price slightly fluctuates every month.»

D-grade potions were around two million won, so a C-grade potion was five times more expensive. The total monthly sales were around eighty-five billion won.

‘Wow… That’s a big market.’

Still, it was inevitable for companies like SL...