Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"The rise and fall of magic power is very regular. I think this may be due to the excessive concentration of magic power, which leads to the phenomenon of atmospheric ionization." Xing Qingfeng said in a low and clear voice, as if he was considering every detail. "When the magic power concentration exceeds a certain limit, the particles in the air are excited and ionized, forming a special environmental condition. This phenomenon triggers intense magic thunderstorms. As the thunderstorms continue, the magic power in the air is depleted to a certain level, and the thunderstorms naturally cease."

"However, there is no concrete evidence yet," Xing Qingfeng said. "We still have to go to the scene and inspect it in person before we can come to a conclusion."

"--At this point in time, the thunderstorm should not have started yet, which is just right." Xing Qingfu said finally. He moved his eyes away from the diary and showed everyone the next content.

"But what's strange is that those tiny insects, though as fragile as paper, are able to survive such a disaster. Some of them lie on the cracked algae debris, but they still haven't died."

"The thunderstorm not only destroyed the algae on the surface, but also shattered many of the ice-blue crystals. Interestingly, the bugs' reproduction seems to be closely linked to the crystals. I specifically caught some bugs and kept them away from the crystals, and they didn't reproduce at all."

"It's very interesting. I originally wanted to try to find some crystals to feed these bugs and see if they would reproduce more quickly. However, the algae and crystals near the ORT core were almost all destroyed by the thunderstorm, making it impossible to determine the ORT's territory. The crystals scattered outside were also eaten clean by the bugs. I really didn't dare to get any closer. I once put a few turkeys nearby to see how they would react. Unfortunately, all creatures that came into contact with the ORT core area were instantly transformed into crystals."

"I once tried to use some tools to fish out the turkeys that had turned to crystal. However, when I threw the noose onto the turkey, the rope turned to cold crystals the moment it made contact, instantly losing its elasticity and making the noose unusable. If I hadn't loosened my grip quickly, I'd probably be sitting here writing in my diary, a statue. That feeling of being frozen in time is truly terrifying."

"But since these bugs can approach the crystals and gnaw on them, what's so special about them? Do they possess any special resistance, or is their physiological structure different from that of ordinary creatures? What connection do their shared characteristics have with that legendary Grand Master?"

"I have a vague idea. I'll try it out next time I come."

"It took a year for him to conduct experimental research on this," Xing Qingqi said, flipping through another diary quickly. "Let's skip to the results first, and then come back to look at what happened next."

"I've studied the magic infusion ritual for a long time. It's almost impossible to force magic into a living thing. Even a corpse is difficult to inject magic into."

"I spent six months modifying part of a turkey's nerves, allowing it to hold more magic. Then I carried the turkeys to the ORT core area and threw them in one by one."

"Sure enough, the turkeys imbued with magic power crystallized much more slowly than those without. They seemed to be able to withstand the pressure of the magic power to a certain extent, and the crystallization process was significantly delayed. I could even see their feathers glowing slightly during the crystallization process, like vessels absorbing magic power. Eventually, their bodies gradually turned into crystals, but at least for a few short minutes, they still maintained a certain vitality."

"If I had enough magic power, could I explore this area even deeper? I can't help but wonder. But even a Grand Magus can't do this, and I haven't seen any way to break through this limitation yet. Perhaps I should give up on this idea for now."

"Is there a connection between magic power and the speed of crystallization..." Patricia muttered. "Tsk, the clues clearly connect many key nodes, but it still feels so confusing..."

"It feels messy because these clues are just fragments," Xing Qingqi sighed, picking up the diary and continuing to flip through it. "There's still some content at the back. Let's sort it out a bit after we finish reading it."

"ORT's core areas are expanding."

"I had nothing to do today, so I sat on the ground and stared at the crystal not far away. I planned to leave after two days if I didn't see anything special."

"But I eventually discovered something unusual. In just one afternoon, the crystals had spread outward by more than ten centimeters. When I realized they seemed to be spreading, I focused my attention on the outermost crystal clusters and discovered that they were indeed slowly extending outward."

"It seems the records are correct. ORT's territory is indeed expanding."

Xing Qingyu flipped through a few more pages, revealing the next time point in the diary to everyone.

"I roughly understand. These algae have limited the expansion of the ORT core area to a certain extent. The thunderstorm a few days ago destroyed most of the algae, allowing the ORT core area to continue expanding. Tsk..."

"But according to records, there was no expansion before the 17th century. Does that mean the thunderstorms that destroyed the algae didn't exist before the 17th century...?"

"I'm a little panicked. The speed of its expansion is truly terrifying. At this rate, it will devour the entire Amazon rainforest within two hundred years, and the entire North and South American continents within another fifty years—"

"—Within four hundred years, the entire planet will be devoured. How could this happen? How could this happen..."

"What exactly happened in the seventeenth century? All I can find out is the plundering of the bloodline of God. Is it related to those bugs?"

"The clues are almost complete." Xing Qingqiu said in a low voice. He gently put down the information in his hand and pushed the messy items on the table aside. "Let's integrate the fragments and sort them out for the time being."

"Let's start with the Sun Festival," Kayneth said, looking away from the old records in his hand. "It's the common reason we're here."

"June 24th is the winter solstice in the Southern Hemisphere," Xing Qingfeng said. "If we consider the timing purely, there are two possible connections. The first is the thunderstorm outside the ORT, and the second is the insect breeding period immediately after the thunderstorm."

"No, the thunderstorm could just be a coincidence in timing, or it could be caused by other factors," Patricia said suddenly, reaching out to tidy up her withered hair. "Even if we trace it back to the most recent time, the Inca Empire's Sun Festival can be traced back to Pachacuti. During his reign, he used religion to consolidate his rule by building the Temple of Inti and other measures. He built a magnificent Temple of the Sun in Cusco, and the Sun Festival was most likely a religious activity promoted by him—"

"—and the belief in Inti, and the winter solstice as a special day for Inti, can be traced back even further."

"But according to this old man's records, thunderstorms and expansion are very likely to have appeared after the 17th century..." Xing Qingqi nodded, his lips slightly raised, and he tapped his fingers on the table. "From a humanistic perspective, one possibility has been eliminated."

"From a religious perspective, the Sun Festival can be extended to the Inti faith, and the mention of Inti can be linked to the insect called Yavar Inti, also known as the Inti Blood." Kenneth said, "First of all, it can be confirmed that the locals were once very familiar with this place—"

"—Otherwise, it wouldn't have been named." Kanzuki Ringo's voice suddenly interrupted. She was leaning back slightly on the sofa nearby. Her eyes briefly swept across the table, and then she casually continued, "Could this mean that the concentration of magic power in the outer environment of the ORT a long time ago wasn't so high that even ordinary magi couldn't enter?"

"It's hard to say," Xing Qingqiu narrowed his eyes. "According to my teacher, there's a difference in the structure of humans from the Age of Gods and modern humans. They might be able to adapt to higher concentrations of magic power."

"And more," Okita Souji finally found an opening and interrupted her endless stream of reasoning. She asked softly with a serious expression on her face, "Is the divine bloodline mentioned earlier also related to this?"

"The blood of God..." Guanyue Ringo shifted her gaze from the page in her hand and spoke slowly, "Pure-blooded South American natives have a special symbiotic organism in their bodies, and their so-called blood of God requires an extract from Yavalindi to activate it."

"Well, let's put forward the first hypothesis," Xing Luba said, "whether it's the symbiotic organisms in the locals' bodies, the substance in the old man's spinal cord, or the... uh, the worm in Indy's blood—"

"—They are all definitely related to the god named Inti." Xing Qingqi paused, then cursed, "Damn it! Every time I think about how gods actually existed in this world, it's so fucking funny."

"Don't forget, there's also the algae symbiotically living within Miss Hearn's body," Kenneth added at the right moment. "It seems to be the same substance as the algae surrounding the ORT."

"Considering the expansiveness of the ORT..." Xing Qingfeng was silent for a moment, scanning the various data on the data table, and pondered, "Perhaps the algae and insects on the periphery are a means left by the god named Inti to limit its expansion."

"Well, that explains why there's such widespread belief in Inti, the non-creator god, among local naturalistic beliefs." Patricia nodded. "After all, they didn't witness the creation process, but they did witness Inti blocking the threat for them."

"I still want to complain. Why do gods really exist in this world?" Xing Qingyu continued chattering.

"And the common characteristics of these things are all related to magic," Guanyue Ringo thought for a moment and said, "The algae on Patty's body will actively release magic when it is lacking magic, and after reaching its minimum survival concentration, it will stop working because it refuses to continue to consume ordinary nutrients-"

"—Now that I think about it, perhaps the nutrients they consumed were left-handed?

"Oh, I also observed this effect in the material extracted from the old man's bone marrow," Xing Qingfeng added. "It seems there is indeed a strong correlation."

"And within the ORT's domain, high-magic objects crystallize much more slowly than low-magic objects," Kenneth said. "Does the algae limit the ORT's expansion by releasing magic power?"

"I'm not quite sure about that, although that old man also speculated in his subsequent log," Xing Qingfeng replied, "but we still have to wait for an on-site investigation—"

　⑦二彡零〩（〡?四）察齐鏾思 “——But after careful consideration, it seems that all the clues can be traced back to Indy.”

"This is a complete mess," Kenneth sighed. "I'll have to contact the archaeology department to see if they can find any artifacts from before the Age of Gods. Trying to study the gods in today's environment... well, those people in the Wandering Sea can't be contacted even if I try."

"Then let's continue to infer from the phenomenon." Xing Qingfeng said, "We can regard that god as an alien or a super-ancient giant of light or something else..."

"Hey, I think that god is most likely an alien," Guanyue Ringo suddenly said, "The blood of the gods is a left-handed structure different from that of Earth's native bloodline. The Lord of the Clock Tower also said that the true content of the inheritance department is to explore the products of the outer space—"

"——What if it really is an alien?"

"That's ridiculous! What's the point? Could it be that the environment outside ORT is caused by a fight between two aliens?" Xing Qingqi said with a smile, but the smile quickly froze, replaced by a thoughtful expression. "But the reason is sufficient, and compared to the God or something, I prefer this explanation..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a slight breathing sound. He turned around and found that Guanyue Ringo had leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed, and had obviously fallen asleep.

"Looks like we'll stop here for today." Xing Qingfeng shook his head helplessly, slowly closed the diary in his hand, and looked down at the page he had just opened. "We'll continue tomorrow."

—————————————————qun,: Er Yi Lin Qia San ⒏ Weeping Yi Yi 彡———————————

While further developing the clues, I summarized the previous clues. It's basically like this: ORT's peripheral ecology is a restrictive measure left by the South American gods, but since the 17th century, due to some reasons, it has become unbalanced, allowing ORT's periphery to continue to expand.

I will mention the reasons for the imbalance next.

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Volume 51: Symbiotic Relationships: . The family that suffered a hundred years of loneliness is destined not to appear on earth a second time

"We must stop collecting Yavalinti."

"After reproducing and laying eggs, the Avarinti quickly dies. The magic power contained within them is released, replenishing the missing magic power in the environment, but this is only a drop in the bucket. The real magic power replenishment comes from the respiration of the algae, which rapidly reproduces by feeding on the dead insects. Whenever the Avarinti dies, the magic power within the insects quickly leaks out, merging into the surrounding air and land. The algae begin to grow wildly around the insect corpses, rapidly absorbing the magic power for breathing, rapidly increasing the magic concentration in the environment."

"But excessive magic concentrations can have the opposite effect. I once collected some algae and brought them back to a designated area outside the ORT. I marked out a plot of land and spent six months carving a barrier to isolate the magic inside and outside, cultivating them separately. Initially, I thought this controlled environment would allow the algae to grow stably. However, this wasn't the case. Even without a thunderstorm, the algae began to show signs of maladjustment. Their leaves gradually withered, and layers of mottled black marks appeared on their surface, just like polluted water. They continued to produce magic, but when the magic concentration reached a certain threshold, the excess magic in the environment returned and oppressed the algae. Unable to adapt to such a high concentration of magic, they eventually died."

"While I don't know the exact cause of thunderstorms, I suspect it's related to the increasing concentration of mana. Perhaps the high concentration of mana causes instability in the air? I don't know the exact mechanism, but I understand that the formation of thunderstorms is related to excessive mana concentration."

"Though these thunderstorms were fierce, they also indirectly prevented the concentration of magic power from continuing to rise, thus avoiding the complete collapse of the entire ecosystem. However, this short-lived storm only relieved the most superficial pressure, while the internal collapse continued silently."

"But this is nothing more than a slow death. Thunderstorms constantly destroy the algae on the surface, causing the ORT core area to expand. The algae that regenerate on the periphery continuously release magical energy. Modern plants cannot adapt to this high concentration of magical energy and gradually cannot withstand the pressure of this magical energy, eventually dying. I have personally witnessed those once vibrant plants quickly wither and turn yellow under the erosion of the magical concentration, and the fruits rot and fall before they can mature—"

"—Until the hatching of the Yavalinti. They absorb a large amount of magic power upon hatching. During their growth, maturity, and even reproduction periods, they not only continue to absorb the surrounding magic power but also nibble on algae for food. This behavior limits the excessive growth of algae to a certain extent and helps regulate the magic power concentration in the environment. However, when the insect population is not properly controlled, the algae are not adequately suppressed, and the magic power concentration continues to rise, leading to a rapid deterioration of the ecosystem."

"This is why ORT has continued to expand over the past few hundred years, and the fundamental reason for this is the unlimited collection of Yavalinti... no, it should be said that we plundered them. Our continued collection of these creatures has disrupted their life cycle and led to the instability of magical power. Their reproduction should have been orderly, but with our interference, the insect population has never been able to increase, and the ecological balance has long been lost."

"On the surface, the ecological environment here appears peaceful, as if nothing is amiss. However, it's on the brink of collapse. I'm not sure what the original ecological environment was like, but from these indications, the survival rate of Yavalinti eggs in the wild is quite low, and the insect population has been unable to increase. Furthermore, annual thunderstorms destroy many eggs and adults. These thunderstorms appear to be a natural reaction to the excess magic power, but they aren't enough to address the underlying problem."

"The most important thing is to find a way to stop the plundering of Yavalindi. If we don't stop, I'm afraid the entire region's ecology will completely collapse, and even affect a wider area."

"This is our sin... We must pay the price, even if it means losing our qualifications as magi forever. The mistakes we've made will eventually come back to bite us in some form."

Xing Qingyu continued to flip through the diary, showing the records of the next time node.

"Fuck you, these bastards put me under house arrest?"

"These magi are talking about how their family's mission is to continue the divine bloodline, and that they're the heirs of that divine bloodline, and that regularly activating it is one of the ways to ensure its continuation...are they fucking crazy?"

"Fuck your blood of God! I've never hated these people so deeply. Being in the same place with them just makes me want to vomit."

"Forget it. I'm done with being the clan leader. Whoever wants to take on this responsibility can do it. It's none of my business. What happens in a few hundred years is none of my business. I'm going back to school."

The diary was turned page by page. The few people who deduced most of the truth were not too surprised after seeing this information. They just continued to look at the passages projected onto the wall quietly.

"What do you mean? I can't resign as clan leader? I've been under house arrest for almost a year, and I'm still the clan leader?"

"These bastards said that if I want to step down as clan leader, I have to get married, have children, and then train the next clan leader before I can step down. Fuck, does that mean I have to wait at least ten years?"

"I have to find a way to get out of here. I can't waste my life in this place. As long as I stay here, I can't help but think about the ever-expanding ORT. I have to escape from here."

……

"Damn it, it's been almost a year, and I can't even leave my own yard. I still have some of the Yavarinti extract I secretly saved to bribe the elders, but I'm sure it won't allow me to break through the tribe's blockade. I've observed what the spies have, and it's obvious they know I'm probably hiding the extract."

"We need to think of a way. For now, let's pretend to be absorbed in the ways of magic and lower their guard while researching some magecraft that might be useful."

……

"For five years now, I have stood firm against their continued harvesting of Yawarinti."

"They were also very straightforward. They let my cheap dad continue to collect Yavarinti and then locked me up in the house."

"It's okay, I can still bear it... My former mentor told me he'd be waiting for me. As long as I escape, I can go back to studying. I'll still have a chance to hold a scalpel..."

"I still have a chance to atone for my sins."

"From that moment on, his mental state began to deteriorate," Xing Qingqi sighed and continued flipping through his diary. "He regarded his past life as a sin and placed his hopes on the promises of others, believing that as long as he could get out, he would be able to escape the past. Alas..."

"It's been ten years, and it's time for the annual thunderstorm to begin again, but I can only faintly hear the rumbling sound coming from the distance in my house."

"The thunder was deep and muffled, its vibrations quietly seeping into the house. Even though the windows were closed, I could still sense a subtle unease in the air. Every year, when a thunderstorm arrives, the air grows heavier. This year's thunderstorm arrived three hours earlier than last year, and I could even feel the oppressive feeling approaching. Compared to seven years ago, the thunder arrived almost a full day earlier. The undeniable sound of the thunderstorm filled my ears, warning me of the impending storm."

"This year's thunderstorms may last even longer than last year's. I remember last year's thunderstorms lasted for three and a half days. The fierce storm almost tore through the surrounding plains, and the air was filled with the scorching smell of lightning. This year's thunder is so rapid, does it mean that the thunderstorm will be even more severe? If the thunderstorm lasts longer, its impact will inevitably be stronger. The algae growing on the surface will be more thoroughly destroyed, and the remaining debris and dead organic matter will be ruthlessly pushed into the ground by the thunderstorm. This will further exacerbate environmental degradation and prolong the ecosystem's self-repair cycle. The ORT field will expand even more rapidly, covering one piece of land after another."

"I can feel my place in space becoming increasingly insignificant. Every time a thunderstorm like this comes, something deep within me is torn, as if reminding me: this is the evil I'm involved in. All this is exacerbated by our endless plundering of the Yavalindi."

"I can no longer ignore these facts. I can feel my own powerlessness and regret, but I can't escape them. My energy is exhausted, and all I can think of is the endless thunder and the endless lightning that splits the sky, one after another, without stopping. I want to close my eyes, but the thunder always seems to wake me up from my dream."

"I wanted to escape, to forget all this temporarily through sleep. But every time I closed my eyes, the images of thunder filled my mind. If I weren't a magician, if I were just an ordinary person, could I sleep completely? At that moment, I began to doubt whether I could escape everything I saw if I let go of all this knowledge and responsibility. I took some corn wine, mixed it with self-deprecating ridicule that seemed no longer relevant, and sipped it, trying to use the alcohol's numbness to temporarily soothe the uneasiness in my heart and escape the endless thunder."

……

"After sixteen years, I finally escaped."

"I feigned cooperation, pretending to be absorbed in the ways of the devil, and finally let my guard down. Their vigilance gradually relaxed, and I was no longer under close surveillance. During the past fifteen thunderstorms, each one caused me to experience inner struggle and torment. Each one was like witness to my sins."

"At the height of the sixteenth thunderstorm, I took advantage of the cover of darkness and quietly slipped out of the clan's territory. I quietly climbed out of the window of the house and, taking advantage of the chaos of the thunderstorm, silently crossed the courtyard, avoiding any contact with any guards."

……

"I'm in Cusco."

"I stood in front of the old woman's house, my eyes fixed on the slightly worn wooden door with peeling paint on the door frame. A tall, thin young man, a stranger, opened the door."

"His name is Alejandro, and he's the old woman's grandson."

"His voice was clear and crisp, carrying the confidence that only young people have, yet also a certain respect. I looked into his curious eyes and listened to his simple narration. It was as if the weight of the world suddenly fell on my shoulders. He told me that the old woman had passed away the previous year."

"At that moment, there was a void in my heart."

"Over the years, my tutor has indeed sent me a lot of information. The last one was three years ago, and I haven't heard from him since. Maybe he gave up because I didn't reply."

"The envelope, yellowed and unmarked, brought back memories of every past exchange with my mentor. The package was crammed with information, and I flipped through it almost mechanically, my fingers sliding across the pages, feeling the traces of time. Why did my mentor's final letters stop there? Was it because I didn't reply on time, or did he realize that the connection between us had been washed away by the torrent of fate?"

"I glanced at the old woman's grave. The simple tombstone bore her name. I stopped there, standing silently for several minutes. The air around me was so cold that I unconsciously hunched my shoulders. Only the occasional chime of the distant church bells broke the silence. I turned and left, stepping onto the cobblestone street. My steps grew heavier. I didn't know why, but I felt a sense of unease within me, as if something was silently guiding me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it."

"I then found a hotel to stay in temporarily and slowly sorted through the information my mentor had sent me over the years."

"The last package that arrived contained his notes and two letters."

"The package was a little wrinkled, obviously having been moved several times. When I opened it, the first thing I saw were two letters. The ink on the envelopes had faded a bit."

"I opened the letters and found one in which he explained that his health was failing and that he might not have the energy to focus on cutting-edge research and teaching in the next few years. So he wrote a letter of recommendation, suggesting that if I was interested, I could use it to find another place to continue my studies."

"His handwriting was shaky, as if he'd written each word with all his might. The tone of the letter remained gentle, but I could sense a deep sense of helplessness. As I read the letter, an inexplicable emotion welled up within me."

"He told me at the end of the letter to remember the oath we made back then. Unfortunately, I'm a magician, so how could I possibly keep such an oath in mind? Ha Er Ling Yin Wu Mio 9 San Liu Jiu Ling Meng."

"Before leaving South America, I heard there was a best-selling novel in Colombia, a new work by the famous author named Marquez. Out of curiosity, I bought a copy and put it in my suitcase."

"I, QUN, should go see the teacher."

……

"All I saw was his tombstone."

"The tombstone stood quietly in a corner of the cemetery, surrounded by lush greenery. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, illuminating his name. Standing before it, I felt a complex mix of emotions. My former mentor has now been reduced to this cold stone tablet. Only when the wind blows does one sense his presence."