Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Why is it the pseudo-Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy?" Xing Qingfeng recalled the line Newton had just recited even though he had already released his Noble Phantasm. "Why is it 'pseudo'?"

"My existence is built upon the Great Holy Grail VIII constructed by the Einzbern family, whose foundation is the foundation of modern magic," Newton said as he sipped his tea. "And my work, Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy, is the foundation of science. I don't need to emphasize this."

"Simply put, the Noble Phantasm I'm currently using is merely a mystical creation that achieves the same effect. It's easy to understand: as long as the starting point and the end point are the same, and the process is concealed, others won't be able to tell whether it's a product of science or magic."

"But mystery is mystery after all. No matter how close a forgery is to the original, it is still a forgery. Even if it is labeled as my work, I will not admit that it is the original."

Although Newton did not deceive Xing Qingjiu, in fact, Newton concealed more truths.

As a pioneer of science and an alchemist who loathed modern mysteries, Isaac Newton was practically impossible to summon through the Holy Grail system. Even using his own manuscript, a catalyst that pointed almost exclusively at himself, as a relic, only a side of him that emphasized his alchemist side could be summoned.

Newton, renowned as a scientist, the arrogant Newton of his youth, could never be summoned by the Holy Grail to honor anyone else as his "Master." What could be summoned was only his slightly blunted, gentler side, emphasized as an alchemist and theologian.

Even though he was summoned as an alchemist, and even though he barely retained any trace of his scientific side, Isaac Newton was still most proud of the scientific system he had created. In his eyes, his achievements in alchemy were merely research that paved the way for science.

Newton did not consider it qualified to represent himself.

As for theology, he was clearly entrusted by the Lord to prove His existence and rescue Him from its foolish origins. He had clearly seen through the hypocrisy of the Bible and the Church's tampering with it as a teenager, but he never openly refuted the Church throughout his life. He could only watch helplessly as they enshrined non-Godlike mortals on the altar with their ridiculous Trinitarianism. Even his exchanges with his Socinian friends were limited to private.

He never compromised with mystery and power, but had to bow to the secular world.

Newton considered it a disgrace to himself.

Therefore, even if it meant sealing away his own Noble Phantasm, Newton would present the Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy as the culmination of his life's work. In his eyes, only these could truly represent him.

Even if he is lost in his later years.

"Sir, most of the main bodies have been recovered, but among the three magic furnaces, I can only keep one due to the size problem." Kenneth replied to Newton respectfully but not humbly.

"It's no big deal." Newton yawned and manipulated the Moon Spirit Marrow to transform into a thin film, wrapping the three magic furnaces. "Just throw it into the imaginary space."

Kenneth was once again speechless at Newton's actions.

"Xing Qingfeng, watch this." Newton manipulated the ceremonial garment while instructing his student, "Imaginary space is the space that exists within the world. Because it cannot be observed, it has infinite possibilities."

"Just as imaginary numbers cannot exist in reality, imaginary space cannot be accurately observed because it 'does not exist.' However, just as imaginary numbers can be proven, with technologies like imaginary submersibles, we can break this barrier through calculation."

"Remember this: even if you yourself are submerged in it, imaginary space does not exist for you and is unobservable," Newton emphasized. "You must calculate constantly, maintain a mapping relationship with the real world, and observe your own existence through calculations to ensure you don't get lost."

"Because of the omnipotence of imaginary space, the mental world anchored within you will also utilize it. So remember, if you give up calculation and lose the 'anchor' of the real world—"

"—You can only accept that you will be forever lost in that non-existent space without the concept of time."

"In other words, I must know math to use magic in the future?" Xing Qingyu wailed.

"If you can't do math, are you qualified to be an alchemist?"

After collecting the magic furnace, Newton signaled Xing Qingyu and Kenneth to evacuate the building. During the evacuation, Xing Qingyu suddenly discovered a problem:

"Wait, is Kenneth our teammate now?" Xing Qingyu asked doubtfully.

"It's a foregone conclusion that he lost the Magic War. He's not going to be as stubborn as you and refuse to admit he lost the bet," Newton replied. "I need his full cooperation over the next few days. Do you have any objections to that, kid from the Minerals Department?"

"It's my pleasure." Kenneth bowed slightly. "It's my honor to facilitate your actions, but..."

Kenneth was about to say this when he felt a bit embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment before saying the following words:

"Do you mind if I watch and learn from you as you act?"

“If you don’t understand something, ask. The knowledge is there, and I won’t take it for myself.”

"I respect your generosity." Kenneth bowed again to express his gratitude, and this bow was much deeper than the previous one.

"So what should we do now?" Xing Qingyu said, tilting his head. "It's getting late, it's time to eat. Oh, is there anyone else at home?"

A normal person, like Kenneth, would have been furious by now, ready to capture and execute the perpetrators of the bombing. But for Newton, the purpose of his trip was to bring Xing Qingjiu to class and find an assistant with some basic magic skills to facilitate future operations. As for the assistant's workshop, it wasn't important to him. Class was almost over, the assistant had been found, and his goal was achieved. He could just blow up the building.

As for Xing Qingfu, he wished the building would explode so he could get out of class quickly. Now he was even grateful to the murderer who helped him escape from suffering.

Since the bombing wasn't their territory, they naturally didn't mind. The only one who minded was Kenneth, the master and servant. This action was tantamount to slapping him in the face. In Kenneth's eyes, the one who interrupted the knight's sacred magic duel deserved death.

But now, being led by the Newtons and their disciples, he had lost the initiative and had no time to worry about who the murderer was. Instead, he didn't have to worry too much about this matter for the time being.

Perhaps, only one side in the Holy Grail War will. (VII) The three of them are probably worried about this, and that's the Holy Church. Father Kotomine Risei must be struggling with what excuse to use to conceal the truth from the citizens.

No, there is another party that will also be troubled by this matter, and that is the Einzbern family—

Due to the secrecy surrounding the Holy Grail War, insurance companies naturally wouldn't provide compensation for the QUN building. So who would compensate for the damage to the building?

Hey, of course it’s Einzbern who has too much money to spend.

Even after calculating the collapse, Newton remained apprehensive, controlling the building's collapse from a distance. All the exterior walls were squeezed inward, collapsing as if being sucked into a black hole in the earth's surface. Aside from some rubble, not many tiles flew outward. However, the violent winds stirred up by the complete collapse, sweeping clouds of dust towards the surrounding low-rise shops and the crowds of onlookers, causing some panic.

"Is it Lord Niu, not me, who's got the script for the lead role in this epic novel?" Xing Qingfeng suddenly realized, watching Kenneth bow down before Newton. "With a single jolt of his tiger body, he can make his enemies abandon their positions and become his minions. This is way too epic."

"Xing Qingfeng, you must complete four hours of math exercises tonight," Newton said without turning around. "Your math skills are clearly quite lacking. You won't be allowed to eat until you finish the exercises."

"Don't do that kind of thing!" Xing Qingwu wailed.

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I'm considering how to set up Newton's life in more detail, making it more consistent with historical reality while still giving him enough Type-Moon characteristics (not referring to being feminine). I feel like the current characterization is okay, and there shouldn't be any loopholes. (

I posted a question and found out that if I send out all my saved articles early, it might affect the number of times I get recommended. This is a huge loss (sad)

What’s even more difficult is that it’s over 50,000 words long, and this book isn’t included in the recent new book showcase, damn!

Finally, this is a new book by a new author, please vote and collect it, please!

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Damn, there is something wrong with the formatting. Why are there two extra lines at the end?

Volume 18: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . The moon does not kill insects, the chrysanthemum set the electric drill

"Is this Mr. Xing's home..." Kenneth looked at the shabby little apartment not far away, feeling a little uncomfortable, but he didn't show it on his face. "Is this our base from now on?"

"How is that possible? My house can't accommodate four people." Xing Qingfan shook his head. "By the way, where's Dill...Brother Gun?"

Xing Qingfu still hasn't remembered Diarmuid's name.

"Lancer." Kayneth called out Diarmait.

"I am here, my lord."

"Oh my god, it's been here all along." Xing Qingyu looked at the golden spirit that hadn't completely dissipated with curiosity. "What kind of skill is this?"

"It's just a spirit form." Newton replied without turning his head. "It's only used to save magic power or hide the servant."

The Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid rolling around his feet suddenly erupted, piercing into the nearby bushes. It was a familiar scene again, and the dull thud of his body hitting the ground felt familiar too. Although he had only seen it once before, Xing Qingfeng felt like he was getting used to it.

"After we get back, let's start preparing for math exercises." After casually destroying Assassin's spirit core, Newton gestured for Xing Qing to open the door. "You can't be a good alchemist if you're not good at math."

"That kind of thing is too cruel!"

When they opened the door, they could immediately see the sofa in the living room. Xing Qingfeng's rented apartment was so small that the three people outside the door could see the man sitting obediently on the sofa.

"Why are you still here?" Xing Qingyu asked curiously. He seemed to be concerned about the man, but in fact he just wanted to find another topic to talk about and skip the upcoming math practice. "Didn't I cure you?"

The man's lips trembled a few times, and he couldn't say what he had prepared in his mind.

"I am Matou Kariya, the Master of Berserker Lancelot," Matou Kariya introduced himself. "Thank you very much for abandoning our hostile stance in the Holy Grail War and magnanimously rescuing me."

Matou Kariya rose from the sofa and walked straight towards Xing Qingjiu. Then, he knelt before him in a standard koto-zukuri style.

"As a loser of the Holy Grail War, I am grateful to you two for your help. You have restored my already shattered body, allowing me to be reborn. As trophies of war, it is only natural that the Command Seals and this body should be taken by you."

"Please forgive my greed. Please forgive me for using the spoils that originally belonged to you as a condition for exchange."

The man kneeling on the ground became increasingly agitated, tears streaming down his face, soaking the ground. He looked so miserable that it was almost comical. But the man didn't care. He just trembled and knelt before Xing Qingjiu, begging him humbly.

"I am willing to offer my Servant, I am willing to offer everything I can offer, please, please——"

Dignity no longer matters, as long as I can save her.

Two hours ago, when Matou Kariya had just woken up, he was still immersed in the rage of revenge.

No matter what, he would teach that arrogant magus a lesson. No matter what, he would take revenge on the man who had everything Kariya desired, yet had discarded it like trash. He was no lost dog, no loser like an ant trying to survive.

Curses and hatred still surged in Matou Kariya's heart—

—until he looked through the bathroom mirror and saw his own face clearly.

Thanks to the transformation of the imprint worms, his long-disfigured face was now restored to its original state, and his withered, graying hair regained its former luster. In his memory, his left eye looked completely different: no red streaks on the conjunctiva, and the sclera remained its natural white. Only the pupil was wide and motionless—it was blind. And now, he could see again.

He touched his face with his trembling left hand, and realized that the left half of his body, which had been almost broken, had now regained its former agility, and the heart in his chest was beating healthily.

The joy of his body returning to normal slightly extinguished the dark fire in his heart, and also made him realize who he should truly protect.

That was the purpose of participating in the Holy Grail War, obscured by the ugly fire of hatred.

That child who is still suffering in the hive.

What have I been doing? I keep saying I'm saving that child, but in the end, I'm only thinking about myself.

The Master who saved this foolish man must be as benevolent as his Servant, the Messiah.

If you beg them, they will definitely lend a helping hand.

It's really despicable. You bow down to the evil people who caused all this, and ask for more from the good people who are willing to lend a helping hand. Do you still have any dignity if you make this choice?

That kind of thing doesn't matter anyway.

Dignity, this body that should have died, the new life that was within reach, all of these could be abandoned, just for the girl who was once as innocent and cute as a puppy, but now was as lifeless as a tortured doll, hollow and gloomy.

"——Please save Sakura. I will do anything."

At this moment, Xing Qingyu did not realize how cruel the suffering this man had to endure was. He was just secretly happy that something else had happened and perhaps he would not have to do his math homework today.

"Wait, get up from the ground first." Xing Qingqi helped Matou Yanye up and turned to call out to Kenneth behind him, "Mr. Kenneth, please close the door."

"Don't be impatient. Look at you crying. If you have something to say, just talk about it." He took out a few tissues and handed them to Matou Kariya, indicating that he should wipe away his tear-stained face. "Calm down, okay? We can't understand anything right now. How about we go get some food first?"

"Matō...Makiri...? No, it's just a coincidence."

"Since you're willing to give up everything, then pay the deposit first." Newton leaned against the living room doorway, looking indifferently at the crying man in front of him, "How about control of the Servant?"

"Yes." Matou Kariya didn't hesitate at all, even feeling a surge of joy at the possibility that the other party had agreed to his request. He decisively pulled out the fruit knife from the table and slashed at the back of his hand. As the blade sliced past, flesh, etched with bright red marks, fell off, skin and flesh still lying on the table.

"...Ah?" Xing Qingyu froze as he looked at the bloody scene.

"Three strokes of the Command Seal, all here." Matou Kariya endured the sharp pain on the back of his hand and offered his flesh and blood almost flatteringly, "Excuse me, are you satisfied?"

This pain was less than one percent of the pain he'd felt when he'd been tortured by the cresting worms. He'd already escaped from the sea of suffering, but Sakura was still there, waiting to be saved.

"Yeah." Newton continued to watch everything happening in front of him with indifference. "Qing, come here."

Newton tried to transfer the Command Spell to Xing Qingfu's hand, but the result was that arcs of electricity like small lightning kept bursting out on the back of Xing Qingfu's hand.

"Stubborn soul..." Newton shook his head and motioned Kenneth to come forward. "Little kid from the Minerals Department, come here."

Before transferring the Command Seal to Kenneth's hand, Newton continued to stare at the miserable man in front of him and said:

"I have no interest in the feuds between you magicians," Newton said, "even though I am the Messiah and have the responsibility to save the world."

"But I've seen too many greedy fellows like you." Newton angrily scolded Matou Kariya as he transferred the Command Seals to him, "You saved him out of a moment of kindness, only to be asked for more. If you refuse, you'll just hate him."

"I've seen too many magicians like this."

"I'll take the deposit." After transferring all the Command Spells to his cheap assistant, Newton instructed, "I will send my assistant to provide assistance, and only assistance."

"How about it, Kenneth, any comments?

Of course, Kenneth wouldn't refuse. He was eager to find an excuse to leave this cramped, damp apartment and get some fresh air. Furthermore, in Kenneth's eyes, this was the perfect opportunity to prove his abilities to the gentleman before him. Even if he was about to go to the magic workshop alone, how could a country magician pose a threat to him?

What's more, he had just been recognized as his assistant!

"Be grateful, you mediocre person."

"Thank you, thank you!" Matou Kariya knelt on the ground again, kowtowed to Newton repeatedly, and knocked the floor loudly.

In fact, Matou Kariya doesn't care who takes action. If the assistant can rescue Sakura, everyone will be happy. But if the assistant also falls into the insect nest, the two people in front of him will surely not stand idly by.

It's so ugly. It's disgusting that he would be so calculating even towards his benefactor.

"Teacher, I think this kind of battle is worth observing. Please let me come along!"

"Okay, Xing Qingjiu, put away your little calculations." Newton patted Xing Qingjiu's shoulder. "I know you want to skip math class tonight."

"I'm telling you, it's impossible."

"NO!!"

Xing Qingfan lamented as he noticed the back of Matou Kariya's hand still dripping with bright red blood. Feeling a little soft-hearted, he fetched the medical kit and clumsily bandaged Matou Kariya with gauze.

"How about supplying two servants at the same time and still maintaining sufficient combat effectiveness?" Newton turned to Kenneth and asked.

"How could such a small matter be difficult for me? Please don't worry."