Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

"Thank you, Hohenheim."

The handsome blue-haired man expressed his heartfelt gratitude to the doctor beside him.

1527, Basel, Switzerland.

The two met again 17 years later. Unlike Machiri's exhausted face, which seemed to have exhausted all her energy, Hohenheim looked radiant.

After elevating his magic skills to the level of color, Machiri did not choose to lock himself in his study or laboratory day after day to explore the roots, like most magicians. Instead, like a rebel in the magic world, he embarked on the road to pursue his dream without hesitation.

From Leipzig to Old Rome, from Venice to the Clock Tower, from Athens to ancient Babylon, he traveled to every place he could think of in 17 years, yet the local magicians in each place had the same reaction.

"Are you crazy? How could such a method possibly exist in the world?"

People looked at him like he was a freak, and the magic community's opinion of him began to change, from "an unimaginable water magic genius" and "Prussia's foremost magician" to "a pathetic wretch who seems to have gone mad..."

However, these internal criticisms and doubts didn't really matter to him. What pained him more was that even after going to so many places and obtaining countless secret manuals, he still couldn't find a single clue.

The dual torment of mind and body made him look like a man in his fifties at only 34 years old.

Unlike the setbacks that Machiri had encountered over the years, Hohenheim, who devoted himself to the study of medicine and alchemy, achieved unimaginable success.

Before the age of 20, he obtained bachelor's degrees from four medical universities. He also created the Philosopher's Stone, which had only appeared in legends, and became a highly sought-after figure in the European mystic community.

Following this, a series of works were published, which supplemented and elevated the originally immature discipline of alchemy. In particular, at this year's Basel, he healed the leg of a man who was originally destined to have his leg amputated.

He gained immense prestige in both the mystical and secular spheres.

“Machiri, I regret what I said to you back then. Would it have been better if I had advised you to give up?” Looking at the once incredibly handsome young man who had become a weathered middle-aged man, Hohenheim suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

“No, this has nothing to do with you. Even if you hadn’t said it then, I wouldn’t have changed my mind.” Machiri downed his brandy in one gulp. Over the years, alcohol had been the only thing that could slightly alleviate his pain.

The initial melancholy had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a stagnant, lifeless look. His entire demeanor had undergone a dramatic transformation, becoming both cold and repressed.

This made Hohenheim feel like he was a completely different person.

“No matter what, I will never give up, even if it means the end of my life,” Machiri said resolutely.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: A Grand Ambition from Five Hundred Years Ago (Part Two)

1541, October.

Margie watched the funeral procession pass by in silence. As a close friend and confidant of Hohenheim, he had naturally received an obituary and funeral invitation. In the last week of September, this legendary doctor passed away.

Because he treated many patients and taught many students during his lifetime, his funeral was attended by a great many people. In the last few years of his life, several of his works on alchemy were included in the textbooks of the Atlas Academy.

He himself was awarded the position of honorary president of the Atlas Institute.

His lifelong best friend passed away when he was forty-four, but his death did not diminish Machiri's ideals; instead, it made him even more determined to follow the path he was on.

After taking one last look at Hohenheim's coffin, Machiri walked away into the distance amidst the thick fog and light rain.

Leipzig, Germany, 1579.

Eighty-two-year-old Machiri Zorgen seemed to have a premonition that his life was coming to an end. In the past sixty or seventy years, he had accomplished nothing for his seemingly ridiculous ideal.

In the last ten years of his life, he could no longer even leave the castle. In his youth, he was so full of vigor and ambition, but in his old age, he became an old man who had difficulty even eating and didn't need anyone to take care of him.

Fate is so cruel.

"No... I absolutely cannot, I absolutely cannot die like this, having accomplished nothing!" He struggled to get up, gasping for breath. How could he let all his efforts over the past few decades go to waste? Was he really going to die without accomplishing anything?

In fact, using magic to prolong one's life is an unspoken rule in the mystical world, but the Machiri family is not focused on this. However, they still have a way to extend their lifespan by about twenty years.

"No, twenty years of lifespan is far too short, simply not enough." After pondering for a while with her sluggish brain, Machiri gave up on the idea of ​​using her family's secret technique to prolong her life.

"Should I become a Death Apostle? Becoming a Death Apostle would not only grant me near-infinite life, but also allow me to regain a youthful body and power." Thinking of this, Zouken Matou was somewhat tempted; it was indeed a good method.

During his travels to various countries, he encountered many Dead Apostles, and in order to eradicate all evil in humanity, he even visited several of their ancestors.

Seemingly never having seen anyone with such lofty ideals, the ancestors expressed rare respect for him. However, it was regrettable that even they, with their long lifespans, had never heard of such a method.

"No, that won't do. If the patriarch of a large family becomes a dead apostle, not only will it bring sanctions from the Magicians' Association and ruin the family's future, but it will also attract the agents of the Holy Church, and we'll probably never have peace in the future."

In just a breath, he dismissed the possibility of becoming a Dead Apostle. On the other hand, he was also unsure whether he could control the power of a Dead Apostle, since he would become a living dead vampire if he couldn't withstand it.

"In that case, we can only..."

As a prominent family in Germany, the Machli family's library is the envy of the entire country, containing magic books from the Age of Gods to the present day.

Every year, the corpses of magicians who come to steal books alone could fill a truck.

Among these books is a magic spell that allows one to live a long life without attracting the pursuit of the Magicians' Guild and the Holy Church. However, using that spell also means giving up one's right to be human.

【Insect Magic: The Art of Immortality】

The magic of transforming oneself into something non-human, mimicking a human, involves a body filled with worms, and human functions are operated by these worms.

After the current physical body decays or is damaged, it can "resurrect" by consuming the flesh of others as a substitute. As long as the original soul is not destroyed, it can continue to live.

In some ways, it seems like a flawless magic trick.

"In that case..." The old man seemed to have made up his mind and began to mobilize the little magic power he had left due to aging.

"So it's turned out like this... But it doesn't matter. This way, I have almost endless life. Realizing my ideals shouldn't be too far away."

"Looking at the rising sun on the horizon," Machiri said in a hoarse voice, while behind him was the skeleton of the maid who came to deliver coffee that evening.

He didn't understand that his dream had been tainted from that moment on.

Three hundred years later, at the end of the 18th century, in Koblenz, Germany, at the Einzbern family castle.

Because it is nestled among mountains and protected by a massive magical barrier, very few people can actually find the location of the Einzbern family castle.

Three hundred years of exploration had driven Machiri to near despair, and due to a flaw in the art of immortality, his body was gradually beginning to decay and rot. After making inquiries from various sources, he arrived here with his last hope.

The Einzbern Castle is a magic workshop built by the disciples of the Third Magician to realize the reproduction of the Third Magic.

The people who received him were not as hostile as he had imagined, because their ideals actually shared a common goal: "to save all mankind." Soon he met the legendary Winter Saintess, Justeza.

She was so beautiful that she seemed to belong to another world, which made even Zouken Matou sigh with admiration. After a conversation, the two of them unexpectedly got along well.

“I was created by accident and am able to use a portion of the Third Law. However, due to the nature of androids, I need decades to recover after saving each person, so my existence actually causes them a lot of pain.”

Yustissa's voice seemed somewhat self-reproachful. The disciples of the Third Magician had worked day after day, generation after generation, for hundreds of years, but they had failed to reproduce the miracle of the Third Magic. Yet, she, an individual created by an accident, was able to use the Third Magic.

This really gives off a blatant sense of mockery.

This also meant that they could hardly recreate Justisa's miracle, which was a huge blow to the magicians. As a result, many magicians either committed suicide or left, and in the end, only the homunculi remained.

The homunculus inherited the magicians' grand ambition to save all of humanity, and all subsequent homunculus were created based on Justessa.

Chapter 70: Once-held Ideals (Please Subscribe)

"I'm pathetic, aren't I, Machiri?"

Perhaps because she was an android, Yustissa's voice didn't have any obvious emotions, but for some reason, Machiri could hear a strong sense of sadness in it.

"I stayed in this place day after day, never seeing what the outside world looked like. The farthest place I had ever been was the garden in front of the castle. For me, everything outside was just something I could only imagine from books."

As she spoke, the woman with red eyes and silver hair in front of her could not hide her longing for the outside world.

“No, you are not pathetic, Justisa.” Before she could finish speaking, Machiri hurriedly defended her.

"You are the crystallization of the strongest mysterious power that mankind can master—magic. Your very existence represents a miracle. If I had to use a metaphor, you are the embodiment of humanity's hope, Yustissa!"

After hearing Machiri's words, Yustissa's expression finally showed a hint of emotion.

“I envy you, Yustissa. At least you can use the Third Law to help others, even if it’s just a little bit. You can still help them with your own hands. This is something I’ve always dreamed of.”

Marchi's face was full of bitterness. After living for more than three hundred years, he still had accomplished nothing. In fact, he had already resigned himself to his fate after arriving at the Einzbern family's castle. This was also the last stop in his pursuit of his ideals.

"If only I could save all mankind with the Third Law, but alas, I can't even step out of the castle." Yustissa's unintentional remark suddenly stirred up a storm in Machiri's heart!

As an artificial human of the Einzbern family, Yustissa is extremely fragile. Because she relies on the Einzbern family's magic workshop to maintain her life functions, her physical functions will rapidly deteriorate once she leaves the castle.

They could die in just one month.

“I have a plan, Yusitesa…” Machiri’s expression suddenly turned serious, and the books he had read and the knowledge he had acquired over the past three hundred years exploded in his mind.

"If the existing world doesn't offer a way to realize our respective ideals, why not try to create one? You can create a mechanism based on the Third Law you possess!"

At this point, his eyes, which had begun to become somewhat cloudy, suddenly brightened again.

“Create...one?” Yustissa was surprised when she heard his idea, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was indeed possible.

"Wait for my good news, Winter Saintess."

Machiri excitedly left the Einzbern family castle. A grand idea and blueprint began to emerge in his mind. If this were the case, it might not be impossible to realize his tragic wish.

Late 18th century, Fuyuki City, Japan.

Japan is currently in the Meiji era. Due to historical reasons, airplanes have not yet been invented. The only way to travel from Germany to Japan is by long ferry ride.

After a long journey, more than ten years later, Yustissa finally met the man named Machiri again. During these ten years, he traveled all over the world, visiting the Magicians' Association and the Church of the Holy Temple. Finally, today, they can implement the initial plan.

"This is the spirit vein manager of Fuyuki City, and a disciple of the second-ranked mage, Tohsaka Eito." The moment Machiri saw Yustissa, she couldn't wait to introduce the long-haired young man beside her.

Because his ancestors were followers of a foreign religion, and because he was a student of Gemstone Onzeerich, Eito Tohsaka was very fluent in English.