Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"But even with the requirements compressed to this point, I still don't have any ideas for completing it. I looked through the notes I took during my years studying in the Clock Tower and found that my ideas are highly similar to those of the inherent barrier—"

"—You're kidding! How could a mediocre person like me possibly pull off a magecraft as grand as the Innate Barrier? But if we degrade it further and further until it's barely usable, perhaps the idea of the Innate Barrier could be used as a reference."

Xing Qingyu leaned against the desk and casually pointed at the words flashing in the projection.

"The rest of the diary is just a bunch of worthless complaints. They're not worth much, so I'll just give a summary," he said. "This guy's repeated failures in his magic experiments, coupled with his unhappy life, have made him a little mentally unstable—"

"—But he later miraculously saved himself by sneaking out to relax and study. Otherwise, we might have seen that old Uchiha slaughter the entire village much earlier."

"I need a channel that can accommodate magic power throughout the body. If it's a normal magus, their magic circuits might be able to take on this task."

"But I can't. My clan is not used to the local climate, and the magic circuits in our bodies are completely blocked, and most of them are unusable."

"I originally wanted to try to reconstruct blood vessels, but then I looked through my school notes and decided to use nerves, which seemed more risky and difficult—"

"——After all, magic circuits seem to be considered to be pseudo-nerves, so it would be simpler to use a nervous system that is closer to them."

"But the magic world still has very little understanding of actual nerves. I've searched through a lot of materials but haven't found much useful information. However, I did find some information in two popular medical books."

"Having said that, I think theoretically I can begin experiments. I have a map of the human neural circuitry, and I also have data on the effects of magic on nerves. I think this should be more than enough."

"Try it on my left leg first."

Xing Qingyu paused, slowing down his page-turning. He glanced at everyone, as if deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, before continuing to flip through the diary, revealing the next page.

"I'm disabled."

"Technically, I completed the experiment, but I can't feel my left leg anymore. My leg is still there, but I can't control it."

"That means I'll be a cripple from now on. Damn it, but what makes me even more angry is that the people in the tribe haven't realized that my legs are crippled. These damn people seem to think I was born with a cripple."

"Damn it, I'm the clan leader."

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Volume 47: Endosymbiosis: . Neuroscience

"I have indeed become a cripple."

"The nerves in my left leg seem to have completely died. I'm done for. My already miserable life has been made even worse."

"No, to be precise, my being lame doesn't really matter. Even my father thought I was already lame. They don't care what the leader looks like, they only care that there's someone sitting in that position."

"Well... to them, what the clan leader looks like is completely unimportant. And their divine bloodline is about to enter hibernation, and by then, I, the clan leader, will have little presence..."

"But the clan leader's privilege is to be able to activate the divine bloodline continuously for a year, thus facilitating magic research, hiss..."

"Then I can just announce that I'm going to conduct a magical experiment. It's normal for a magus to prepare some long-lasting food in advance, throw it in a small room, and then lock myself up for three to five months."

"Fuck it, I'm free! I'm going to go crazy if I stay in this place any longer. I'll do it tomorrow. I'll claim I'm conducting a magic experiment and run away."

Xing Qingwu chuckled and shook his head. "Judging from the subsequent records, this old man's decision to flee gave everyone a sense of relief." He tapped his fingers on the table a few times. "He really dared to kill the whole family."

After saying that, he quickly flipped through a few pages of trivial content until the words that he felt were meaningful appeared on the screen again.

"I escaped. It's hard to imagine a crippled man like me running around in the rain forest for a week. If I hadn't been able to use magic to move around, I would have starved to death in the jungle. I didn't think much before leaving, I only took three days' worth of rations and a diary."

"That's why I arrived in Cusco like a real beggar, with no money in my pocket and starving, but I got out!"

"As for not having any money and being hungry, how can a magician like me go hungry? I can just find a rich guy to perform hypnotic magic on and that's it."

"That's all for today's diary entry. Time to get something to eat."

A gray sky enveloped the trees outside the window. The breeze carried the damp scent of the rainforest, almost the scent of decaying soil and fallen leaves. Patricia stood by the window, her fingers resting on the frame, gently pushing open a crack to let some air in. A cold breeze instantly blew in, lifting the ends of her hair and dispersing the stagnant atmosphere in the room.

"A lame man ran through the rainforest for a week with only three days' worth of rations. Even for a magician, this is..." She turned back to look at the text on the projection, her tone tinged with disbelief. "This isn't just obsession, this is sheer madness."

Xing Qingqiu stood at the table, his head slightly lowered as he read the diary, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Ha, what else could it be?" He glanced up at Patricia, a hint of teasing in his voice. "This same obsession is what drove him out of the rainforest, and a few years later, it's what made him become an old Uchiha."

He casually picked up a pen from the table, twirled it around with his fingertips, and sighed lazily, "I don't know why, but every magician I've ever met seems to have a touch of paranoia." He tapped the pen on the table, making a crisp sound. "Is it true that the more abnormal their brains are, the more likely they are to achieve breakthroughs in magic?"

"To a certain extent... you have a point." Kenneth coughed lightly and said in a deep voice, "Magic itself is something extraordinary, an anomaly in everyday life—"

He paused briefly, as if searching for the right words, and then continued, "—As for magicians who practice magic, I'm not sure whether it's because they practice mystery that they become more abnormal, or whether magicians who are different from ordinary people are more likely to fit the mystery. In short..."

"...In short, the more bizarre someone is, the easier it is to succeed in magic," Xing Qingqiu continued, shaking his head lazily, a hint of amusement in his tone. He flipped the diary to the next page, and new words appeared in the air. "So learning magic can also make you lose your humanity."

"I've become a beggar."

"No, this isn't fucking right. Why did my hypnotic magic fail? I was enjoying my meal when it suddenly stopped working. The lady of the house looked at me devouring it and let out a deafening scream. Then the whole family chased me out like a rat."

"I'm not fucking full yet. No, how could a fucking magician like me let ordinary people bully me? I didn't even fucking fight back and they beat me out. Am I still a magician?!"

"No, I have to study the practical application of magic. Otherwise, these guys can hit me out with sticks while I chant, and then what can I do? The shortest magic trick I know requires chanting for a full seven bars."

"That won't do. I need to research some spells with shorter chants for future use and self-defense."

"Puchi..." Okita Souji couldn't help laughing, "Did he deliberately write his diary in such a humorous way?"

"Don't you think this paragraph is quite vivid?" Xing Qingfeng said as he lightly ran his finger across the floating text in the projection. "After reading this paragraph, I can imagine the guy's miserable look after being chased and beaten—"

"——I can only say that he does have some literary accomplishment."

"...How did this guy graduate from the Clock Tower?" Kenneth asked quietly from the side, his tone filled with suspicion and confusion. "If he can only perform magic with more than seven sections, he can't even pass the first-year assessment for all basic subjects, right?"

"He seems to have cheated," Xing Qingqiu paused, looked up at Kenneth, and a meaningful smile played on his lips. "I mentioned this in the previous diary."

"..."

Kenneth's face darkened upon hearing this answer. He was silent for a moment, as if trying to digest the absurdity of this statement. After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice so low it sounded like he was gritting his teeth: "Those invigilators are a bunch of losers."

Patricia chuckled softly, shook her head, and didn't respond. Xing Qingfeng didn't comment much, just turned the diary to the next time point.

"Even though I'm ragged, unkempt, and have a limp, you can't treat me like a beggar, right?"

"Well, at least I have food to eat and a place to stay. I was squatting on the street, wondering what went wrong with my hypnosis trick that only lasted half an hour, when an old woman passed by and put a bill in front of me."

"I got anxious and told her I wasn't a beggar. I got lost in the rainforest and had just found my way out. Then the old woman took me into her house and told me I could stay there for a while until I could contact my family."

"I'm a little at a loss for words."

"The chicken soup is delicious. I'll stop here for today."

Xing Qingqi closed the diary in his hand, was silent for a moment, and then sneered softly, as if he found the absurd plot in the diary funny.

"And then?" Okita Souji couldn't help but ask.

"And then?" Xing Qingyu smiled softly and flipped through a few pages, revealing new text. "He stayed at the old woman's house for a few days, ate some hot soup, and thought about a lot of random things."

"I've been completely settled these past two days, but I came out for a purpose. I can't just stay lazily like this in the city."

"I need to study short chant magic in detail. How to maximize the effect while minimizing the process? It's difficult, but at least I have to be able to use hypnosis magic normally."

"This old woman seems to live alone, having lost her husband early in life. Her son works in the salt fields and rarely comes home. Her grandson attends university in the United States and only comes home during the winter and summer holidays."

"It sounds like she's usually quite lonely. I feel like she's pretty much the same as me... No, at least she cares about her family. My dad doesn't even know when I became lame."

"Damn it! The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I'm going to pack up and hit the road in the next couple of days. I don't think my magecraft knowledge is flawed, so the only reason for my lameness is that something went wrong when I was manipulating the nerves."

"I need to go to America. I need to find a neurologist to ask about this. I have to admit, based on my understanding, it's much easier to gain knowledge about actual nerves from modern science than to acquire relevant magical knowledge."

"Heretical? Haha, a magus is inherently deviant, aberrant, so how can I not be abnormal if I deviate from the default norm among the abnormal?"

"Huh?" Guanyue Ringo frowned slightly, and there was a hint of confusion in her voice. "I remember that he was not a traditional magician?"

"Obviously," Xing Qingwu leaned back in his chair, folded his hands, and responded in a relaxed tone with a hint of teasing at the corners of his mouth, "this old man was also a bit rebellious when he was young."

As he spoke, he casually closed the diary in his hand, the slightly rough cover rustling softly between his fingers. He glanced at the pile of books on the table, as if searching for something suitable. Finally, he pulled out two yellowed notebooks, patted the covers, and with a slight smile on his face, he said in a mysterious tone, "And then there's not much useful information after this diary. Guess what this old man did next?"

"Spend money to hire a group of researchers to open a laboratory?" Patricia blinked and then said tentatively.

"No," Xing Qingyu shook his head, his smile deepening. "He changed his identity and went to the United States to study medicine."

"Is that so..." Guanyue Ringo nodded thoughtfully, a hint of surprise on her face, but then she changed the subject and said softly, "About the same as me."

"Oh?" Xing Qingyu's eyes lit up, and his tone was a little excited. "Are you studying medicine?"

"No," Guanyue Ringo waved her hand, her tone calm, but with a hint of pride in her words, "I'm not actually a pure Clock Tower magician. After graduating from the Botany Department of the Clock Tower, I studied organic chemistry on my own, and my research on magic tends to combine it with modern science—"

"—Hmm… Strictly speaking, my style is probably closer to the magi of the Spiral Pavilion." She paused, as if recalling something, then continued, "While my style might make me feel closer to the Atlas Institute, to be honest, I can't stay in one place doing research."

"Great, very good." Xing Qingyu's eyes almost sparkled, and he suddenly seemed extremely excited, his speech speed also quickening. "It's really like sending a pillow when I'm sleepy..."

"...Can you please stop looking at me like that?" Guanyue Ringo was obviously startled by his sudden enthusiasm. She took a step back and said warily, "I feel a little uneasy."

"Ahem." Xing Qingwu realized his own misstep, raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed twice. Then he quickly adjusted his mood and suppressed his excitement. "Okay, let's get back to the topic."

He turned around and pulled two well-worn notebooks from the pile, gently pushing them in front of Guanyue Ringo. His tone had returned to its usual calm and organized tone, "Next are his research diaries from the past two years. The one on the left is his notes on his magical studies while still in school. The one on the right is a summary of his thinking after combining modern medicine with magic. If you're interested, you can flip through it and see how he integrated magic while studying modern medicine."

At this time, Xing Qingyu took out an old diary from the pile of books, opened it, turned to a page marked with symbols, and showed the text on it to everyone.

"I finally managed to get into Johns Hopkins Medical School. Damn, I thought I'd get in, but I found that studying hypnotism magic was more effective—"

"——Relying solely on exams and cheating, I would probably need two years to prepare, but if I study hypnotism magic, I can get in in just three months."

"Anyway, I'm enrolled. I chose the neuroscience department of the medical school and plan to start studying related subjects. Honestly, I think that although it looks similar, the teaching system of the Clock Tower is completely inferior to the teaching system of modern universities. After comparing, I found that the teaching method of the Clock Tower is a bit too old-fashioned."

"But I still have to consider one thing. My time away from home is only seven months at most. The rest of the time I have to rush back to the tribe to manage clan affairs. Really, how can there be such a frustrated clan leader..."

"But the remaining time is just enough for one semester. Let me first look at what the textbooks I need to buy teach. My classmates say math is difficult, but I'm a magician, it's just math..."

Xing Qingwu silently turned the page.

"What the hell is this? Why can't I understand a single word?"

"This isn't the math I imagined. Why do these people use so many symbols for math? Is everything that ordinary people have to learn so terrifying???"

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I originally planned to jump directly to the timeline of Isidro's genocide, but then I thought about it. Even if he is a villain, since he is burdened with the mission of explaining the changes in South America, it is better to portray him in a more three-dimensional way. So I slowed down the pace a bit, emphasized his mental state many times, and tried to make it as smooth as possible so that everyone can think, "Ah, it makes sense for this guy to become an Uchiha."

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Volume 48: Symbiosis: . Ice-Blue Valley

"I should have taken it slow."

"For example, I should study the basic courses carefully. The secular university system is different from the Clock Tower. The secular university system is more like transferring to other disciplines after graduating from all the basic courses. Teaching never starts from the basics, but assumes that students have mastered the first five years of courses."

"But the problem is that I haven't learned the old stuff. This is really troublesome."

"It's okay. I'm a magician. I can even master arcane knowledge. How can this kind of mundane knowledge be difficult for me? Can an ordinary person do this for a month straight without rest? No way."

"Let's show these ordinary people what a magus's learning ability is like. Sigh, I was an unknown and ordinary person in the Clock Tower, but I never thought I would stand out in a secular school."

"And then what?" Okita Souji almost jumped out of her chair, looking impatient. Her bright eyes were fixed on the diary.

"We are here to look for clues, not to listen to stories." Xing Qingyu smiled helplessly. He shrugged slightly and lowered his head to continue flipping through the diary.

He casually pushed aside the books piled on the table, revealing a few pages of paper covered with symbols and shorthand.

"Ah, here we are." He suddenly stopped and tapped his finger on a page marked with a red symbol.

As he finished speaking, the diary's contents reappeared on the wall. The words were projected in a blur of ink, and the narrator's slightly sloppy yet somewhat hurried handwriting could be vaguely seen. Line after line of text unfolded, as if reweaving the past.

"I'm really amazing."

"All my grades are A+, and my GPA is top of the department, which is how it should be."

"But I only got a D in math, and the minimum passing grade for the course was a C-. Since I had A+s in everything except math, that big C- stood out even more."

"It's precisely because of this that I've become the talk of the school. Damn, this is completely different from how I imagined I'd stand out from the crowd. Shouldn't I be overwhelming everyone with my astonishing academic prowess, fully displaying the absolute difference between me and these ordinary people?"

"It's just math. Holidays are coming up soon, and it's time for me to return to my clan. I'll study math in between my magic research."

"Ha, modern secular knowledge isn't completely useless. Although the hospital confirmed that it was indeed nerve necrosis caused by my surgical error, I still think there's hope of curing my leg with magic."

"Before returning to your tribe, let's go see that old woman first."

Xing Qingyu finished reading a paragraph and raised his eyebrows slightly. He put the diary down, crossed his arms over his chest, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ha, magicians don't learn math?" He turned to look at Kenneth, his tone full of disdain. "If you don't learn math, how can you be an alchemist? Come on, Kenneth, give him a good job."

"I haven't really studied advanced mathematics." Kenneth looked up from a book nearby. He pondered for a moment and replied calmly, "Rather, the traditional magic of the Clock Tower system hardly involves operations in the realm of imaginary numbers."

"Huh?" Xing Qingfeng was stunned, clearly choked by the answer. He scratched the back of his head and refocused his gaze on Kenneth. "How can you, a mineral science major, describe the wave motion, vibration, and electromagnetic properties of materials without learning math? How can you describe crystal structure without linear algebra? How can you understand heat flux distribution without differential calculus..."

"...That's not the normal research area for us mineral magicians." Kenneth interrupted his chatter, a hint of disapproval in his tone.

"No wonder you said I couldn't find a useful assistant in the Minerals Department." Xing Qingyu sighed, his tone thick with disdain. He picked up the diary again, stroking the spine with his fingertips, and continued to flip through the pages.

"If the days in the Clock Tower were the happiest part of my past, then my daily life now will surely be the most fulfilling time of my life."

"Even if I failed math, it wouldn't affect my graduation. After all, my GPA was the highest in the department, and math has little direct impact on my clinical skills. All in all, I graduated successfully."