Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Author: Laojiang Town Baozi Shop

Introduction:

Current progress: Fourth War (manned space flight) → Original Millennium Holy Grail War (historical choice precondition) → South American Amazon (the impact of aliens on the earth's ecology) → Clock Tower (development of own power)

After Xing Qingqiu lost a fierce karate match with Nitou Car, he woke up and found himself traveling to the Type-Moon world. There he met a Servant who called himself the Messiah.

——Why would a Servant like you who calls yourself the Messiah be a science major?

Why would anyone leave the Holy Grail War behind and go to the moon?

Studying the nature of the soul... Wait, let me do it? I'll deal with cutting-edge issues? Okay, I'll win!

"It is precisely because I cannot touch them that they sparkle and make my heart beat." Xing Qingqi, who had just returned to Earth from low-Earth orbit, said, "In the past, I could not touch them even if I wanted to. Now that I can touch them, they are still shining."

“I have a future I want to touch, a world I want to change, and ideals I want to achieve.”

“There are so many unknowns waiting for me to explore ahead. As my teacher leads me into the door of a new world, I see stars everywhere.”

Volume 1: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Domo, Tepmun=san, Visitors from Outside the Territorydesu

(This chapter is an introduction. Skipping the second chapter will not affect the subsequent reading experience.)

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Under the cover of night, the Miyuan River flows silently under the cover of the Fuyuki Bridge, calmly reflecting the bright street lights on the bridge, as if it is the afterglow of the bustling city during the day.

The tranquility of the riverbank was shattered by a sudden splash. A man's arm struggled out of the water, his fingers gripping the rocks on the bank. His nearly hypothermic body, relying on his tenacious willpower, slowly pulled himself up. His clothes, soaked by the water, clung to his body, and his breathing was short and heavy.

Finally, his body was completely out of the icy water and he collapsed on the riverbank.

After regaining some strength, he sat up abruptly, breathing in deep gulps of fresh air. His chest rose and fell violently, and every heartbeat seemed to remind him of the near-death experience he had just escaped. He felt himself up and was surprised to find that, aside from his stomach being full of water, he seemed fine.

"Fuck, I almost turned into a water ghost."

He muttered to himself, a hint of relief in his voice. Looking around, he saw the river flowing quietly and the surroundings were peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos just now.

"What the hell is going on? Did this dump truck just drive me into the underworld?"

He still remembered that scene. On the quiet night road, he was ambushed by a sudden appearance from Mudhead Car. After a fierce karate exchange with Mudhead Car, he nearly exploded and scattered. Namo San, what a spectacular battle! I'm sure those viewers with the dynamic vision of a Servant have already witnessed it!

"Maybe he has become a water ghost, but now it's the Soul-Eating Night segment so he's resurrected."

The man checked himself again, confirming that aside from a belly full of river water, he was fine. Fortunately, it was 1997. If it were 2024, it would be hard to say what would happen to the man who drank a belly full of nuclear water. Perhaps his first trick after traveling through time would be to transform into the Hulk.

"I was hit by a dump truck and nothing happened. I don't need to be on the traffic accident warning list for this?"

He kept joking with himself, trying to ease the uneasiness in his heart. He looked around at his surroundings, but the scenery in his memory was completely inconsistent with what he saw. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but the strange feeling still troubled him.

"Where's the river near the school? What the hell am I doing? Sigh... If this happened ten years ago, it would have been enough to film several episodes of Approaching Science."

He struggled to his feet, shaking off the mud and moisture. But his clothes, soaked by the river water, made each step seem heavy. He stumbled toward the nearby road. The higher he went, the more unfamiliar his surroundings became. He paused, took a deep breath, and tried to find a sense of familiarity in this unfamiliar environment. But neither the roadside billboards nor the outline of the hills in the distance matched his memory.

Standing on the riverbank, his clothes dripping wet and sticking to his body, the cold wind made him shiver. Looking around, the surrounding scenery made him feel unfamiliar.

"What is this? A location selection for the resurrection match? I won't have to fight hard next, will I?"

"I'm a big shot in jail, is that true or not?"

He continued to use jokes to suppress the anxiety and worry in his heart.

"It will win."

He wrung out his wet clothes, water dripping down his arms and splashing onto the muddy ground. He wiped some water on his face, and the cool feeling made him feel a little more awake.

He tried to recall the moment of the head-on confrontation with the dump truck rider, tried to recall why he woke up in an unfamiliar river. But his memory seemed to have been washed away by the river, and apart from the last shrill horn and the dazzling lights of the streetcar, there was nothing else.

"Compared to being hit by a dump truck and then sent flying hundreds of kilometers out of the country, the explanation of being elbowed into traveling across the border seems more reasonable."

His footsteps echoed across the empty Fuyuki Bridge, each step a confirmation of Reimu's presence. The stars in the night sky were obscured by the city lights, but those lights became his guiding light.

"There's not even a single person in sight at night."

"Even if a ghost shows up to let me know that this is the set of a horror movie, it'll be fine. Let me see the various beautiful girls' strange stories in modern Japan."

His gaze pierced the night sky, landing on the tall buildings in the distance. He had enough clues; from the billboards he had seen before, he was certain he was somewhere in Japan.

"I'm going to find the blonde Hanako and call her mom."

Despite saying so, he didn't quite believe it would end so simply. The sudden appearance of the dump truck, the inexplicably unfamiliar surroundings, was a case of "outrageous mother opening the door to outrageousness." With all this mess falling on him, he felt certain there would be even more outrageous dad incidents to come.

His steps were slow but unwavering, his strength draining away like grains of sand in an hourglass. The biting cold wind, mingled with the moisture behind his damp clothes, seemed to consciously erode his resolve. His steps on Fuyuki Bridge felt especially lonely, and the lights on either side of the road seemed to sneer at his helplessness.

He walked through the empty park, each deserted bench mocking his current situation. Under the dim streetlights, only his long, stretched shadow was willing to accompany him. He walked into the residential area, hoping to find a trace of people, but there was no one to ask for directions.

"What the hell is this place, a film and television city?"

He walked and talked to himself, and although he was exhausted, he still tried to find clues from the style of the surrounding buildings, the fonts on the billboards, and even the styles of the cars parked on the roadside.

"It always feels like it's the last century. It seems like I've been transported to some remote place."

But everything seemed so strange, so out of place.

"If I fall here and no one notices, will I be able to get up after being exposed to the cold wind all night..."

He continued to hold on to his spirits, knowing full well that it would be quite dangerous to collapse on the roadside in his condition on such a night.

"I should have just laid down on the bridge and covered myself with a blanket. Maybe someone would have seen me." He imagined that if he really collapsed on the bridge, he might have a chance to be found by a kind passerby. "Oh, I don't even have a blanket now."

"It feels so quiet, there's not a single person on the street. It's so different from back home."

In the darkness, he looked exceptionally tired. His strength nearly exhausted, he pressed a doorbell almost unconsciously, longing for a response.

Silence seemed to be the only answer, and everything around him was strangely quiet. His nerves were tense, like the bowstring in the hands of a master who specialized in shooting arrows.

Try harder.

Just when he felt he was about to reach his limit, the door in front of him finally slowly opened.

The strange man leaned forward in confusion, and an unfamiliar greeting came from his mouth.

Listening to the incomprehensible foreign language, he used the last of his energy to dig out the cheap Japanese that could be used at this moment. He took a deep breath and squeezed out a greeting in a weak and hoarse voice before collapsing:

"Domo, Xing Qingyu desu..."

Xing Qingjiu, completely exhausted, fell to the cold ground, his hand still pointing forward with a finger as if he was about to press the doorbell.

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Volume 2: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Are you a Christian? I think I am

Nearly two weeks had passed since his arrival, and thanks to the kindhearted Huashan couple's help, Xing Qingfeng had finally managed to find a place to stay. However, the language barrier still presented a headache, and when communicating with the police, neither side could understand what they were saying.

English was perhaps too much for these police officers in their forties and fifties, so they could only manage simple vocabulary and extensive body language. The situation was so chaotic that a VCR recording could have been a silent film. Finally, one of the officers hit upon the idea of bringing in Father Kotomine from the local church to translate, and communication was finally achieved.

Despite contacting the embassy, Xing Qingfu lacked any identification in this world, let alone a Chinese household registration. Perhaps in twenty years' time, in the internet world, without a household registration, Xing Qingfu would be able to surf the Chinese internet freely and freely. But for now, this fact simply meant he couldn't return to a familiar environment.

"I thought I was traveling back to 97 and that Lao Ma and I would make a fortune. But I ended up starting with nothing and no one to turn to."

Xing Qingyu walked out of the police station, not knowing where to go for a moment. The only place he belonged to in the whole town might be a bench in a riverside park or under a bridge. "Hey...are the golden fingers or something coming to my account? Please, throw some Super Dragon Aotian System in my face."

The cold wind bit through Xing Qingqi's thin clothes, making him shiver.

"Alright, we can lower our expectations. Super Dragon Aotian and the like might be outdated now." Xing Qingyu tried to use his inner fantasies to resist the cold wind of reality, but it seemed to have little effect. "As long as the four gods suddenly appear and grant me courage, wisdom, life, and beauty, that's all that's enough."

"OK...OK, maybe system stories aren't so popular now, but I beg you not to torture the protagonist. People don't like reading this." Xing Qingqiu seemed to remember the priest who had just acted as an interpreter at the police station and casually made the sign of the cross on his chest. "Is Yege here? Can you give me a job and a place to live? This is my only request."

"Wait, does Yege not understand Chinese?"

"Brother Tian, Brother Tian, can you hear me?"

"Can you give me a job with food and accommodation? Just don't let me sit here aimlessly, not knowing where to go or what to do." Xing Qingyu sat on a bench by the roadside. It was more like planning his future goals than praying.

"It would be even better if I could get a higher salary so I can repay the Huashan family who saved me. They paid for my hospital stay for several days and brought me food every day."

"I'm so lucky to have met them, but I wish I could have been luckier."

"And then... then it seems like there's nothing else I want. How about letting me go home now so I can finish my unfinished graduation thesis?"

Yan Fengli walked out of the police station and walked straight towards Xing Qingjiu, sitting next to him in a very familiar manner.

"Grace, mercy, and peace be to the Father. My child, please satisfy the curiosity of a clergyman."

　Abandoned 0 neighbor pomegranate father fin seven spirit dream "Ah?"

"Can you please continue to talk about how you came to Fuyuki?"

"Just like what I just told you, I just remember being hit by a car while walking at night. When I woke up, I found myself inexplicably in that river and almost drowned."

"and then?"

"Ah... After I climbed up, there was no car on the road late at night, let alone people. I could only walk towards places that seemed to have more people... That's about it. There's nothing much to say about what happened next." Xing Qingyu rubbed his face, which was a little stiff from the cold wind.

"Can you believe it? This kind of nonsense has really happened to me. I can't believe it myself."

"Actually, there's another version of this story, which is that I was captured by aliens and thrown into the river."

"I believe what you are saying."

"what?"

"I believe you didn't lie to me, and I believe what you said is true."

"Do you also believe that there are aliens in this world?"

"I mean, I believe you don't know why you're here." Yan Fengli smiled with his eyes narrowed, although Xing Qingqi had never seen him open his eyes. "Well... can you let me see your hands?"

"My hands can cover my eyes."

Xing Qingqi wanted to say that, but he held it back. He wasn't in such a state of mind that he'd tell a hellish joke in front of the priest who had just helped him. He extended his hand toward Yanfeng Lizheng, but to his surprise, the priest simply glanced at the back of his hand and lowered it.

"It doesn't look like he's ever had any contact with a magician, or is it just an accident?" Kotomine Li was thinking silently, "Appearing here on the eve of the Holy Grail War..."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I'm just old and I tend to be dazed from time to time. Please forgive me. I just wonder... you don't seem to have anywhere to go?"

"Yes, isn't it right here?" Xing Qingyu patted the bench beneath him and said self-deprecatingly, "Aren't there places to stay overnight everywhere?"

"Indeed, indeed, when I was young and traveling, I slept in places worse than this."

"It's just that I'm old now, and my son was recently sent to study with an old friend. There are many outsiders living in Fuyuki City, and more people use the church's facilities than in other towns. It's a bit difficult for one person to maintain the daily operations of the church."

"Brother, can you help an old man like me? The church needs a volunteer. Can you come and help?"

"Just provide food and lodging."

"Of course, although the church can't provide very good conditions due to its poverty, a bed and food for one person are still enough... Let's talk while we walk."

"Great!" Xing Qingyu jumped up from his chair and followed Yanfeng Lizheng, who had just stood up. "Brother Tian is really awesome. Chinese people don't cheat on Chinese people."

"Hmm?" Kotomine Risei's back paused for a moment, then he continued walking as if he had heard nothing.

Stepping onto the Fuyuki Bridge,

The two of them looked at the distant river.

Xing Qingwu is hungry.

Yanfeng Lizheng suddenly asked Xing Qing:

"Could you tell me roughly where you came from?"

"Probably across the bridge."

Xing Qingfeng led Yanfeng Lizheng to the spot where he had climbed ashore. The traces of his struggle on the shore had probably been smoothed out by the river. Xing Qingfeng could only roughly determine where he had landed by the distance from Fuyuki Bridge.

"I can't see anything unusual for now... but there should be a spiritual vein beneath the Miton River. We should have the Tōsaka family check it out." Kotomine Risei roughly checked the riverbank and found nothing. "Alas, a stranger appeared at the spiritual vein on the eve of the Holy Grail War..."

"Father?" Xing Qingjiu's voice went unnoticed by the thoughtful Yanfeng Lizheng. "Is there anything special here?"

"No, no, it's nothing special." Kotomine Ri was coming back to his senses. "It's just that Fuyuki has been a bit uneasy lately, so I've been worrying a little too much."

"Oh, I see." Xing Qingfeng and Ming Siling Meng seemed to understand the priest's concerns. "Don't worry, I didn't come here illegally. It really was just an accident. After all, who's first reaction after waking up is to contact the embassy."

"Haha, sneaking into Fuyuki isn't a good option." Noticing the awkward atmosphere, Kotomine Li casually changed the subject so she could continue chatting with Xing Qingqi. "Come to think of it, I noticed you praying when I just left the police station. Are you a believer in the Lord?"