Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"As for core courses like anatomy, neurobiology, and pathology, I'm a magician, so these kinds of courses are pretty easy for me. However, although this may sound a bit unconventional..."

"Well, guess what he's going to say next? :⑴_:" He pointed at a certain paragraph in the diary with his finger, as if sharing some expectation with others.

"If you're unorthodox..." Patricia thought for a moment, "Do you think the modern anatomy system isn't mysterious enough?"

"No." Xing Qingfeng shook his head, a hint of amusement on his lips. "He actually thinks the Clock Tower's dissection methods are too backward."

“But I feel that the anatomy methods I learned at the Clock Tower are a bit behind the anatomy methods I learned at Johns Hopkins.”

"While different magecraft systems have different names for different anatomical steps and parts, secular anatomy has largely standardized the terminology and made precise divisions by system or region."

"Listen to what he said." Xing Qingwu shook the diary in his hand. "This is implying something about the entire magic world. I think he's right. It's absolutely right."

"Magicians' anatomy primarily serves the purpose of magical rituals," Guanyue Ringo replied lazily, chin propped up on his hand as he sat nearby. "It's certainly not as accurate as the secular world's focus on basic research."

"Actually, I've been suspecting that the mystery exists because different languages describe the same thing differently," Patricia said suddenly. "Different languages have deviations in describing the same thing, and these deviations are amplified when combined with different cultural systems. As a result, even though it's the same thing, people from different cultural systems have completely different perceptions of it—"

"—Are you saying that mystery exists in the gaps between cognitive systems?"

"No, if mystery exists, then it must be perfect," Patricia said. "If we describe it in terms of linguistics and anthropology, then it is a perfect language system—"

"—Using mythology as an example, one of the symbols is the language of God before the fall of the Tower of Babel."

"And magic is about blurring words, using vague expressions, symbolism, and implicit meaning to convey information far beyond the mere word, thus constantly approaching mystery..." Kenneth quickly understood Patricia's idea. "That's a very valuable conjecture."

Seeing that they had no intention of continuing the discussion, Xing Qingfu continued flipping through the diary and arrived at the next time point.

"After graduation, my advisor asked me if I planned to pursue graduate studies. I'd actually love to continue my studies, as I'm very interested in microscopic anatomy and histology. However, I've largely completed my previous research in the past few years, and I plan to explore the periphery of ORT after graduation."

"I can't guarantee I'll be back intact, nor can I guarantee how many years this project will take. So I can only tell my advisor that I have something I need to complete and won't be able to continue my studies for the next two years."

"My mentor told me that if I couldn't continue my studies, it would be a loss for all of humanity. My hands were born to hold a scalpel, and my talent must not be wasted like this..."

"He said tuition wasn't a problem and he'd figure it out. He said he could find a way to solve any problem. It was wonderful. A mediocre person like me could be recognized one day, but I ultimately declined his offer."

"If I weren't a magus, I might have become an excellent neurologist. But I was born a magus. As the head of the Valdez clan, I must explore the periphery of the ORT and confirm whether it has expanded."

"Before I left, my advisor told me to leave him an address so he could send me some cutting-edge information from time to time. He also told me I could come back anytime to continue my studies if I wanted."

"I left the old woman my address, and when he saw the address was in Cusco, Peru, his expression changed again and again. In the end, he just sighed softly and told me to remember my oath and that he would always wait for me."

"The Hippocratic Oath? Haha, I'm a magus, how could I possibly abide by something like that? But I'll just give him my word for now. Anyway, it's time to go back."

"He doesn't even know where he stands," Kenneth's cold voice broke the brief silence. "If you choose to live an ordinary life, you should throw off the responsibilities of a magician. If you choose to shoulder the responsibilities of a magician, you shouldn't be attached to an ordinary life—"

"—People like him, who live in the world of magicians and constantly yearn for ordinary happiness, will eventually fall into the abyss." Kayneth sighed, "I've seen too many people like him in the Clock Tower."

"Ah, so that's what they call it," Xing Qingqi smiled slightly. "If you pick small stars, you'll get small happiness. If you pick big stars, you'll get big wealth. What? So even magicians are guilty of picking stars."

"Xing, if you want everyone to understand what you call a 'stalk,'" Kenneth suddenly raised his head and looked at Xing Qingjiu with a raised eyebrow, "it'll take at least twenty years."

"Every time I get homesick, I feel a sense of nostalgia." Xing Qingyu shook his head, a hint of obscurity in his eyes. "A kind of homesickness that exists in both time and space."

"Uh, what does this mean?" Okita Souji stood by the door, his head tilted with a confused expression. "What kind of charades are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing, just a little complaint." Xing Qingqiu propped his palm against the table and gently pushed, sliding his chair back. He casually flipped through the diary on the table, pausing when his fingertips touched the next paragraph.

"Modern medicine's research on nerves, and the mage's research on magic circuits, along with the relevant materials I found in the library regarding the alchemical products of so-called magic marrow fluid—"

"—I've finally completed this project. By modifying the main nerve trunks throughout the body, I've made it barely capable of serving as a carrier of magical power to perform spells, thereby transforming the body."

"I'm not sure if this can be considered a variant of a fixed barrier, but I did manage to create a magic that isolates the inside and outside. However, I can't immediately explore the outer reaches of the ORT. There are still a lot of problems to solve, the most serious of which is that I can't breathe while using this magic."

"It seems the respiratory system is also being incorporated into the operation of the magic. Currently, there are two solutions. One is to simply separate the respiratory system from the magic, and the other is to adjust the isolation mode of the magic to allow air to enter."

"After thinking about it, I decided to choose the latter. After all, this way I won't have to deal with the miasma in the jungle. It's like killing two birds with one stone."

"Is there any detailed information about this magic?" Kenneth asked with interest, his eyes falling on the diary in Xing Qingqiu's hand.

"A dignified Lord would be interested in the achievements of a country magician?" Xing Qingqiu smiled and pulled out a stack of yellowed papers from the pile of books and handed it over. "Take a look, it's quite interesting."

Kenneth took the paper and flipped through it carefully. The text and diagrams documented the transformation methods that combined nerves and magic. Complex ritual symbols outlined the intricate circuit structure. Xing Qingjiu continued to flip through the diary, reaching the next time point.

"We've successfully entered the depths of ORT territory. The concentration of magic in the environment is terrifyingly high. I haven't seen the red bugs that my parents talked about filling the grasslands. I can only see them scattered among the emerald green algae."

"It's strange. I don't see any large plants here, but as I go deeper, these insects become more and more dense."

"The magic power in my body couldn't sustain me going forward, but it was a shame to go back like this, so I took a small gamble and slightly reduced the output of my magic. Soon, I could feel the magic power in the air rushing into my body like crazy. I was so scared that I quickly increased the output to prevent my magic circuits from exploding."

"After walking a little further, I saw another scene: an ice-blue ocean, with a valley made of blue crystals, almost distinct from the green algae on the outside."

"I wanted to go deeper to investigate, but the moment I saw that scenery, my spinal cord felt like it was boiling. I don't want to say it, but it felt like my spinal cord came alive, frantically sending me danger signals."

"It was a fear etched into my blood. Under this fear, I could hardly take a single step forward. In the end, I left the place as if I were escaping."

"Next time, I'll be prepared and go see it."

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OK, so far, this is the introduction to the preliminary content of ORT. Although the internal affairs of ORT have to be explored by the protagonist himself, I will explain the periphery through the cochineal line and the diary line.

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"I made the right decision by following my instinct and not going near that place."

"Later, I used the crystal valley as a clue and searched through the entire clan library, finally collecting some useful records."

"That valley is an absolute no-go zone for life. Any life that enters it will be transformed into crystal. However, according to records, a person of the Crown rank and several Color rank entered the Crystal Valley in the sixteenth century—"

"—However, unlike the other color-rank magi who turned into crystal, that Grand-rank magus struggled to escape, informed everyone of the record and the warning, and then turned into crystal in full view of everyone."

"So, is there a way to delay crystallization? But to be on the safe side, I'd better not do it myself. After all, I only have one life."

Xing Qingyu put down the diary, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his eyebrows with his hands.

"Even the information sent from the Clock Tower lacks a description of the legendary Crystal Valley," Kenneth said, breaking the silence. His tone was calm but held a rare hint of interest. "This just fills that gap."

"Actually, the records of these peripheral magicians are quite valuable." Xing Qingqiu dug out a few books from the pile, pulled out a stack of yellowed manuscripts, and pushed them in front of Kenneth. "They know more about the environment near ORT."

Kenneth took the manuscript and flipped through it, his eyes scanning the densely packed text and symbols. "That's not surprising," he said nonchalantly. "The magician in charge of the archives at the Clock Tower suddenly died a few years ago, and there's no trace of handover left—"

"--So this kind of remote information has been shelved for a long time, and it will take them a while to sort it out." He closed the manuscript and looked up at Xing Qingqiu, "What we have is only a part of it. These magicians have lived in the outskirts of ORT for a long time, so naturally they have more knowledge and records of this place." "This is too far-fetched," Xing Qingqiu raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic smile on his face, "How did the Clock Tower survive?"

"Just make do with it," Kenneth answered nonchalantly, and casually put the manuscript back on the pile of books.

"I temporarily suspended my exploration of the ORT core area and instead explored the periphery. It was strange. While there were clearly unique plants and animals, the species were nowhere near the scale of a complete ecosystem. Furthermore, their range was quite narrow, forming a ring around the ORT core, with a width of only ten kilometers at its narrowest point and less than fifty kilometers at its widest."

"This is wrong. This is terribly wrong. The plants are just a bunch of algae and the animals are just a bunch of bugs. This is not the size of a normal ecological environment."

"Ah, I almost forgot the point. This time I'm supposed to be here to confirm the expansion of the ORT's influence. But how should we measure it... Previous records have only roughly noted the scope, but I'm not sure what the criteria for judging the scope are. Does it only include Crystal Valley? Or should we include the special ecological areas outside it?"

"No, the first magicians who entered Crystal Valley probably didn't have the energy to measure its extent. And my ancestors... I don't think they were capable of going this far. I haven't seen any records of Crystal Valley after that."

"So the so-called expansion should only be the expansion of the surrounding ecological environment?"

"No, the outermost ecological zone is too narrow. The total area has almost doubled. No matter how you look at it, it's impossible that it's just due to the expansion of the outer environment."

"Let's go back and think of a way to make some markings."

"If only the outermost ecosystem is expanding, the data doesn't add up..." Patricia frowned slightly, muttering softly, her fingers tapping on the page. Her eyes swept over a record map, where the edge of the map was marked with red lines indicating the area of suspected expansion.

"From over 300,000 square kilometers at the beginning to about 600,000 square kilometers 20 years ago," she continued. "Even if we calculate based on the widest point described in the records, which is 50 kilometers, the growth over the years far exceeds the total area."

"The theoretical growth radius should be about 128 kilometers..." Xing Qingfeng replied nonchalantly, "far exceeding the 50 kilometers at the widest point of the recorded periphery."

"So, the real expansion area is the core area?" Okita Souji stood aside, arms folded across her chest. Her gaze was also fixed on the map, as if she were also trying to find some clue.

"That's roughly what I'm saying," Xing Qingfeng nodded, turning to the next few pages in his diary. "He later confirmed this through more rigorous measurements."

"I crafted a number of metal stakes, inscribed some protective spells on them, and nailed them a hundred meters outside the ORT core area. This is the shortest distance I can get."

"While I could use magic to block out the fear that gnaws at my bones and continue approaching, I think it's better to trust my instincts at a time like this. While I can't drive stakes all around the perimeter of the ORT core area just yet, I think these are more than enough."

"Then we drove some stakes along the outer edge. Let's come back and take a look in six months."

"I have to say, this old man's method is quite rigorous." Xing Qingfeng's tone was calm, but his eyes were somewhat complicated. He looked up at the rough maps on the table. The distribution points of the metal stakes were like isolated symbols, roughly dividing the periphery from the core area.

"Why do I feel like you're a bit appreciative of talent?" Kenneth leaned against the table, his tone tentative.

"Cherishing talent, him?" Xing Qingqi sneered, flipping the diary in his hand to the next page. "Forget it, I only regret that I didn't come here ten or twenty years earlier and kill him with my own hands before he could make a move—"

"——Erqi Lingwu ⑶ 覇`Niyi 鏘 This piece of trash tramples on the value of life. The more talented he is, the more disgusting it makes me feel."

Xing Qingfu said nothing more and continued to flip through the diary, showing the contents of the next time node to everyone.

"What on earth happened?"

"When I visited six months later, the spot where I'd driven the stakes was completely unrecognizable. The earth looked as if it had undergone a hellish baptism. Blackened cracks covered the surface of the soil, and I could even smell the lingering odor of carbonization in the air. The algae that covered the ground and the ice-blue crystals had vanished, as if they had never existed. The exposed soil was a strange reddish-brown, as if thoroughly baked by the intense heat. And every stake I'd driven was gone, as if swallowed by the earth."

"Could there be something else going on that hasn't been recorded? Or is this just pure chance? I've made another batch of stakes and hammered them down again. This time, I've inscribed them with extra protection, hoping they'll be able to withstand the next unknown onslaught."

"I checked the ground, and the traces show that this place has undergone some drastic changes not long ago. It's been a busy six months for the tribe, so I can finally spare some time to pay attention to this area. For more accurate monitoring, I've decided to increase the inspection frequency from once every six months to once a month."

"But I have a vague suspicion. Given the greedy nature of magi, cutting insect-collecting days in half for the sake of supposedly protecting the environment seems odd no matter how you look at it. Could this phenomenon be somehow connected?"

"Wait a minute, are there any other records of this phenomenon?" Patricia frowned, her voice breaking the brief silence.

"We must have encountered something similar outside of ORT," Guanyue Ringo recalled. "Thunderbolts imbued with magical energy rained down relentlessly. Each lightning bolt was like a blade slicing through the air, deafening, the light suffocating." Her fingers trembled slightly, as if still haunted by the scene. "Then the magical energy stirred up became even more violent, causing the magic within my own body to spiral out of control. It was pure hell."

"It was because Ringo failed to escape in time, and the magic power within her body erupted..." Patricia sighed, "that she suffered severe damage both physically and spiritually."

"Such a phenomenon does exist," Xing Qingyu nodded gently, his eyes falling on the diary, as if confirming something. "And according to his records, this phenomenon should occur periodically."

As he spoke, he flipped through the diary quickly, the papers rustling under his fingertips until he stopped at a page marked with a special symbol.

"After increasing the frequency of inspections to once a month, although I didn't directly observe the phenomenon at the time, I do feel that the concentration of magic power in this environment is gradually increasing. Should I make a record?"

"Even stranger, I've noticed a noticeable increase in the number of Yavalinti since then. They cling to the ice-blue crystals and gnaw on the minerals, but according to records, they should assimilate into the crystals upon contact with the ORT's core area. Why are they able to remain active? And this increase in numbers... is difficult to count in this environment. Perhaps I need to pay close attention to this phenomenon every time I come here."

"Is the record wrong? Or is my understanding distorted? But to be honest, I still don't dare to directly step into the core area for further exploration. Maybe I can go back and try to find some other animals to see if they can withstand the concentration of magic here."

Xing Qingqiu closed his diary and set it aside. Then he pulled a thin booklet from the pile of books, unfolded it, and handed it to everyone. The booklet's pages were slightly yellowed, densely packed with handwritten observations and some crude sketches.

"This is his later record. It was rather crude at first," Xing Qingqi explained as he flipped through the pages. "But once he discovered some patterns, he tried to use more rigorous methods to improve the accuracy of his observations."

Guanyue Ringo moved closer, carefully examining the records. She ran her finger over a few data points and whispered, "These data do show a very regular pattern... Every year, around the end of June or the beginning of July, the magic power concentration reaches its peak, then rapidly decreases, returning to a relatively stable initial value."

"This time period..." Patricia frowned and thought for a moment, then muttered, "This seems to be the day we arrived here a few years ago... So, does this phenomenon occur on a fixed cycle every year?"

Xing Qingqiu smiled slightly, shifting his gaze from the booklet to Patricia, and said meaningfully, "Why don't you think about it further? Why did you choose to come here at that time a few years ago? And why are we in Peru at this moment?"

"Sun Festival?" Kenneth's eyes lit up and he quickly followed Xing Qingjiu's train of thought.

"Yes, June 24th is the winter solstice in the Southern Hemisphere." Xing Qingfeng nodded. "If all this is not a mere coincidence—"

"—That means there's some connection between this phenomenon and Inca culture," Patricia continued, her brows slightly furrowed, her face filled with confusion. "But we need to dig deeper to find out what that connection is."

"Furthermore," Xing Qingqiu continued, pointing his finger at a mark in the booklet, "according to subsequent records, these so-called Yavalinti will enter a concentrated breeding period after mid-July, which almost coincides with the time when the thunderstorms stop."

Patricia sighed softly. "So, we're back to Inti. The Sun God... he's clearly not the God King, but how come all these clues are ultimately connected to him?"

"That's not surprising," Xing Qingfeng said nonchalantly. "In Greek mythology, Zeus wasn't the creator god, but he was the king of gods. Higher status is usually directly linked to their influence."

"But the problem is," Patricia countered, "Inca mythology doesn't have a strict systematized structure like Greek mythology. The status and duties of many gods are still deeply rooted in the tradition of nature worship."

Xing Qingyu stopped arguing and flipped open the diary beside him. His eyes swept across the pages and he said softly, "Let's continue reading. It's more efficient to gather everyone's ideas and organize them together than for me to figure it out alone."

"So this is the reason for the rumbling sound you occasionally hear after the Sun Festival every year."

"That night, I ran nearly a hundred miles, about halfway through the journey. Suddenly, a rumbling roar of thunder erupted, as if the entire world were trembling. I looked up, and the distant night sky suddenly illuminated. Lightning flashed like a web, instantly shattering the darkness and leaving the entire area as bright as day. Then, thunderstorms ensued, dense and violent, each clap of thunder seeming to declare some ruthless law to the land."

"I tried to get closer, but the lightning struck the ground with a sharp roar, leaving scorched marks on the surface with every impact. The surrounding air was violently shaken and distorted, and a faint smell of burning was emitted. Both the intensity and frequency of these thunderstorms are completely beyond the range of human magic."

"Damn it! Any lightning bolt is more terrifying than the largest lightning magic I've ever seen. I pushed forward with all my might, but ultimately I could only stop ten kilometers from the outer reaches of the ORT. Every step forward felt like my scalp was being torn apart by some invisible force, and my chest felt like it was suffocating. If I went any further, I was afraid I'd be shattered to ash by a bolt of lightning."

"I don't want to be killed by a bolt of lightning, so I'll just wait outside the safety zone until the thunderstorm is over and see what happens."

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In fact, the cause of the thunderstorm was mentioned at the end of the previous volume. The specific secret will be explained in a few chapters when we encounter a thunderstorm during the specific exploration.

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"After the thunderstorm, the concentration of magic power in the environment has dropped significantly, and the pressure of exploration has also been reduced. If the concentration were still the same as it is now, perhaps I could stay here a little longer and observe the phenomenon carefully."

"The air after the thunderstorm is somewhat chilly. Although the concentration of magic power has dropped significantly, it still carries a sense of charge, and a faint, uneasy vibration can be felt. The soil on the ground, washed by the thunderstorm, has become loose, and fine dust is blown away by the wind, leaving the air empty and desolate. The magic power in the air seems to have been consumed by the thunderstorm, and it has become less oppressive. For me, this is an opportunity. If I continue here, perhaps I can uncover more secrets."

"As expected, the piles we'd driven in earlier couldn't withstand a thunderstorm of this magnitude. They've long since been shattered by the lightning. All the markings we'd once laid have been wiped out, leaving only charred scars everywhere on the ground. The distant scene has become blurry. The plain, battered by the intense ionization, is now dead and desolate. Without the original landmarks, it's almost impossible to determine my location."

"But since last year, my monthly observations have shown no increase in distance, and my visual and sensory observations haven't revealed any movement. Every time I approach this area, despite sensing strong magical fluctuations, the overall change is insignificant. My intuition tells me this phenomenon seems to be recurring in some kind of cycle, but why haven't I found a pattern? Is my record incorrect, or is there something I'm not understanding?"

"The current ambient magic concentration is very low, and everything seems to have returned to calm. The previous thunderstorm consumed most of the magic power, and the entire area seems even quieter. If we can stay a little longer at this time, we should be able to discover more. I plan to go back and bring some dry food and a sleeping bag, and camp outside the core area. Stay in this relatively calm area and observe the next changes."

"Did the thunderstorm consume the high concentration of magic power in the environment?" Kenneth guessed.