Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"—and it's still rising," Guanyue Ringo said. "I just thought there must be a good place ahead, so I dove in." Her tone was a hint of self-mockery. "Looking at the records, it's a good place, but I went at the wrong time."

"Sigh..." Patricia sighed and lowered her head, seeming to regret her previous decision. "If I hadn't been so angry and chased you so relentlessly, wouldn't this have happened?"

"I did it on purpose," Guanyue Ringo tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowed, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She whispered to Patricia, "Otherwise, how could you possibly keep up with me?"

“…” Patricia opened her mouth, was stunned for a moment, and finally could only sigh softly and continue to follow the team silently.

At this moment, walking ahead, Okita Souji seemed completely oblivious to the discussion. Her eyes were filled with excitement and energy, and her entire body seemed to be bathed in a powerful force. The scabbard in her hand cut a path through the bushes, and each swing caused the air to vibrate.

"Ohhhhhhh, I feel really good right now!" Okita Souji shouted, her voice full of excitement and provocation. She used her scabbard to push away the vines blocking her way, and kept looking back, saying happily, "I feel the power constantly surging!"

"It feels like it's a little late for me to ask this now," Xing Qingwu suddenly said, pointing at Okita Souji, "but isn't this a violation of the rules?"

"Uh... ahaha..." Patricia smiled awkwardly and paused slightly, "Actually, we didn't expect Okita to be alive—"

"—It was several days after the Holy Grail War was declared over," Patricia recalled, her voice a little low. "We had already accepted the fact that we had lost the Holy Grail War and were packing our bags to try our luck in South America when Okita suddenly came home and said, 'I'm back!'"

"Since you're back, why not take her with you?" Guanyue Ringo added cheerfully, her gaze slightly tilted towards Xing Qingjiu. "I only have a limited amount of time to be awake each day, and Patty isn't good at dealing with inhuman creatures. Souji-chan is just the right person to protect us."

"Really?" Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and said subconsciously, "Why didn't you report it to us?"

"..." The sudden sincere question made the three of them silent.

"They probably think that if they are discovered, the Servants will be exiled." Kayneth spoke at the right time, breaking the silence. "I don't think it matters. The so-called Servants are just familiars with self-awareness-"

"—Is there any need to forcibly expel the familiar?"

"Well... that's not the problem," Xing Qingfeng nodded, his eyes still deep, "In theory, we should be able to monitor whether the servant is alive or not -"

"—Why is it that she's clearly still alive, but our data shows that her spiritual base has been destroyed?"

"This is so weird! There are still too many bugs in the Holy Grail War ritual." He curled his lips, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the rainforest covered with dark clouds in front of him. "Forget it, it's not important for now. Let's talk about it later."

As they advanced deeper into the Amazon forest, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, as if suffocating under the weight of an invisible force. Dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, their thick layer descending like a vast black curtain, rapidly swallowing up the already feeble sunlight, plunging the world into an eternal twilight. The air was thick with a thick magical power, and as its concentration grew, a heavy, oppressive feeling quietly spread. With every breath, their chest felt like it was being weighed down by something heavy, a sour taste corroding their mouth, tinged with the scent of moist earth, as if every breath was filled with some toxic substance, from which there was no escape.

The forest canopy was obscured by dense branches and leaves, almost completely swallowing up the light from the sky. A deep shadow enveloped the surroundings. The dullness of the air seemed to suppress time, and all sounds seemed distant. Only the occasional low chirping of an unknown bird echoed the silence of the earth. The path ahead was almost completely swallowed by vines. The lush green vines covered the road layer by layer like a huge ocean wave, each vine heavy with moisture, as if slowly swallowing the direction they were heading. The gaps between the vines were extremely small, and in many places the vines had begun to intertwine, making it almost impossible to pass through. The air was filled with the smell of dampness and decaying plants, giving people an unusual feeling of heaviness.

Suddenly, Guanyue Ringo began to cough, a sharp and piercing cough that was particularly jarring in the silent forest. She leaned forward slightly, covering her mouth and nose with her hands, obviously having difficulty breathing.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..." Guanyue Ringo exhaled with difficulty, her eyes slightly blurred, and it was obvious that the discomfort had spread throughout her body.

"Tsk... the miasma mixed with high concentration of magic power seeped into my throat..." Guanyue Ringo exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and quickly realized the reason for her discomfort. She frowned and said in a low voice.

Xing Qingqi reached out and took out a black mask from the imaginary space and handed it to Guanyue Ringo.

"Then use this," he said. "Weber complained to me about a similar situation. It should be useful."

Guanyue Ringo took the mask and looked at Xing Qingqi with some doubt, "...Where did you get it from?"

"The imaginary space is very useful, whether it's a warehouse, a trash can, or a hazardous materials disposal room," Xing Qingfeng replied as a matter of course. "I usually pour alchemical waste liquid directly into it."

"...What a freak!" Guanyue Ringo sighed helplessly, then silently put on her mask. Instantly, the air became much fresher, and breathing became much easier. She breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a relaxed smile, and continued walking ahead.

As their pace quickened, the surrounding scene grew increasingly mysterious and eerie. Only a few faint lights, from unknown insects, danced through the air like fireflies, their faint blue dots flickering in the darkness, dotting the gloomy forest like stars. Their figures nimbly weaved among vines and branches, bringing a hint of life to the stagnant air.

The surrounding vines seemed to come alive, intertwining layer upon layer like surging ocean waves, almost completely obscuring the path ahead. Crystalline water droplets clung to each vine, like countless tiny pearls, gleaming with a cold light. The vines smelled damp, with a hint of rotting wood and rotten earth.

In this silent forest, salamanders quietly appeared at the edge of everyone's sight. Their golden bodies stood out against the deep green vines and trees. Their eyes gleamed as they glided delicately through the vines, their figures appearing and disappearing. Not far away, scarlet lilies quietly blossomed, their blossoms swaying gently in the air. Their vibrant colors contrasted sharply with the surrounding shadows, adding an eerie beauty to the gloomy jungle.

As they continued forward, the changes in the environment became increasingly noticeable. Small, magically generated balls of light floated in the air, their faint glow flickering in the shadows, illuminating their path. The air grew heavier, a feeling of oppression almost unbearable permeating the air.

More and more plants began to show signs of decay. The once lush green vines and shrubs gradually faded, turning pale, dry, and lifeless. The vibrant flowers also slowly withered, leaving only corroded petals and withered branches. The forest canopy overhead could no longer shield the gloom outside. Dim sunlight began to filter through the thinning leaves, illuminating the bleak surroundings. The insects that once buzzed in their ears were now silent, as if all the notes of life had suddenly fallen silent.

As they continued walking, dead trees appeared more and more frequently. At first, there were only a few, but gradually, the surrounding trees lost their vitality, replaced by more and more dead trees. Their branches were twisted and dry, their bark mottled, like the skeletons of the dead, lifeless. The crackling sound of the wood was particularly clear in the silence. Finally, they even entered a "forest" composed of dead trees. Surrounded by these dead trees, the air became more and more gloomy, as if they had entered an abandoned and forbidden place.

"You know what," Xing Qingyu suddenly said to Kenneth, "this phenomenon is consistent with a hypothesis I once had."

"You mean about the ether?" Kenneth quickly understood what he was talking about.

"To a certain extent, high magic power will promote the growth of plants and animals," Xing Qingfeng said, "I think the increasingly lush rainforest just now also confirms this point—"

"But when the concentration of magic reaches a certain threshold, these plants and animals will be unable to adapt," Xing Qingfeng pointed to the surrounding environment. "And ether is also a variant of magic. Do you know what this means?"

"But the premise of your hypothesis is that the emergence of ether must have occurred after the emergence of Earth's biosphere," Kenneth said, "otherwise, the high-demon mass extinction you hypothesized wouldn't have occurred."

"Yes... If the high-magic mass extinction event didn't happen, then to some extent, the reverse argument might be possible," Xing Qingfeng said slowly, "proving that life on Earth has been able to adapt to magical environments since its inception."

"It's too early to trace it back," Kenneth shook his head. "Even the archaeology department may not have any clues, but perhaps the Wandering Sea may have some."

"Well, it's just a guess," Xing Qingwu smiled, "There's no rush."

Further ahead, even the dead trees gradually became sparse, replaced by a strange plain. A layer of green algae permeated the ground, seemingly growing from the ground, covering the soil, soft and moist. With every step, the soles of the feet sank into it, as if stepping into a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves. The surface of the algae was smooth and had a strange sheen, as if emitting some unknown energy.

Tiny insects scattered across the algae glowed crimson, dotting the dead landscape. Their light was faint, yet like the starry sky on a summer night, like an endless swarm of stars, twinkling with unknown secrets. Though their numbers were sparse, their presence imbued the plain with a strange sense of life. They scurried through the algae, occasionally pausing to crawl, leaving tiny footprints behind. The surrounding air was filled with a strange aroma, a mix of decay and a strange sweetness, as if it were the habitat of some mysterious creature.

"At first glance, I can't tell where the imbalance is," Xing Qingqi lamented. "If the diary wasn't so detailed, I'd have thought he was making it up."

"Do we want to keep going forward?" Okita Souji asked excitedly.

"No," Xing Qingqi looked up at the sky. From time to time, arcs of lightning flashed in the dark clouds above his head. It was obvious that the thunderstorm at the end of June was about to begin. "If it were just Kenneth and I here, it wouldn't matter—"

"—But you can't stand being struck by lightning again, right?"

"That's true..." Guanyue Ringo sighed and said, "I didn't expect to be the one holding us back."

"The safe time to explore should be after the thunderstorm is over." Xing Qingqiu bent down to pick up a few Yavarinti and examined them carefully in his palm. "Let's move to a safe distance first. I'll see if we can find a more convenient way to travel."

"Why?" Kenneth said, "planning to fly a plane?"

"We're not sure what's going on in the sky, and we're not sure if a large piece of metal approaching that thundercloud will bring on a thunderstorm early," Xing Qingfeng said. "Anyway, you need to get to a safe area first. I'll see if we can use a helicopter."

"Wait," Patricia said, suddenly realizing the strangeness of this conversation, "but where are we going to get a plane to fly?"

"I remember I stuffed one in the imaginary space," Xing Qingfeng said after a moment of thought, "If I didn't bring it with me, it wouldn't be a big deal for me to go back to Europe and buy one."

"Suddenly I feel like there's such a huge gap between magicians..." Guanyue Ringo couldn't help but complain, "It's like two completely different worlds."

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Suddenly I felt that the previous plot was like some kind of simulator, where you quickly go through a person's life and then summarize the key points.

The answer is the Type-Moon Simulator (big shush

Volume 3: Symbiotic Relationships: Leave Request

I have a terrible headache. It has been bothering me since this morning. I can't really write anything. I might have a cold or a fever. I'll take my temperature later to see what's going on.

Sorry for taking a day off.

I still need 44 words to send a leave note, but I don't know what to write, so I just wrote a random line to make it up.

Volume 54: Symbiotic Relationships within the Sphere: . What Can I Say?

In the deepest part of Crystal Valley, in the center of the deep basin, stood a huge and deep conical pit. The edges of the pit were polished into a very rounded shape by the power of time and nature.

The inner walls of the pit were covered in a strange, soft material, as densely interwoven as corrugated paper. This material had a strange sheen, curving layer by layer like the intertwining roots of an ancient tree. Each layer was tightly connected to the one below, yet possessed a subtle elasticity.

Their surfaces shone with a strange light, shimmering with a myriad of reflections. Sunlight penetrated the cracks in the pits and shone onto these surfaces. The refraction and reflection of light enveloped the entire space in a soft glow, as if entering a realm not of this world. All boundaries blurred in this variegated radiance, leaving only light and shadow intertwined in an endless cycle.

Amidst this dreamlike light and shadow, a bizarre creature lay quietly at the bottom of the pit. It seemed incompatible with this world, giving off the feeling of an alien being. Its body was enormous, resembling a giant spider, but it was much more than that. Eight massive legs curled at its sides, each composed of crystals interwoven with deep blue and emerald green. The crystals reflected a soft glow in the dim light, and the delicate texture was faintly visible under the refracted light.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the head of this unidentified creature. It is not a spider head in the traditional sense, but a huge and flat disc, the diameter of which is almost comparable to the rest of its body. The surface of this disc has a silvery-white metallic luster and is as smooth as a mirror, without any biological features on the surface.

Yes, it was the legendary sleeping ORT. Its appearance was utterly different from any known creature. Though its crystalline body remained frozen in silence, the disc on its back slowly and imperceptibly began to rotate. Its rotation was silent, yet the light within the pit seemed to fluctuate, sometimes brighter, sometimes dimmer. A subtle, almost imperceptible vibration permeated the air, as if the entire space of the pit were responding to these minute changes.

It's hard to say it's still asleep in its current state, but it doesn't seem accurate to say it's fully awake.

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A blinding flash of lightning split the gloomy sky, instantly ripping the entire horizon in two. Blazing white light shone through the thick black clouds. Then, a tremendous roar shattered the silence, followed by a violent burst of sparks and explosions. In the distant sky, a bolt of lightning struck the suspended helicopter with pinpoint accuracy. The lightning's immense force instantly struck the aircraft, sending it careening into the air. Instantly, the hull melted under the combined effects of electricity and heat. Raging flames erupted from the wings and engines, engulfing everything in the aircraft. The flames, ignited by the lightning, intensified, and the aircraft began to tumble violently, sending sparks streaking across the sky like meteors.

The wreckage of the plane, like shattered glass, arced through the air with a roar and thick smoke, like a burning star, plummeting fiercely into the nearby dead woods. With a violent crash, flames instantly engulfed the surrounding dry trees, the intense burning turning the once humid air dry and scorching. The air was filled with a burning smell, with bursts of smoke and flames intertwining into a haze. The strong smell of oil smoke and burning fumes was almost suffocating.

"Man..." Xing Qingqiu struggled to climb out of the wreckage of the helicopter amidst the deafening explosion. His clothes were blackened by the flames, and sparks were blazing on his body. "What can I say?"

Not far away, Kenneth arrived at the crash site. He used magic to extinguish the blazing deadwood around him. With the flames suppressed, the gloomy forest finally seemed to quiet down a bit.

"What's going on?" Kenneth asked. "You were flying just fine, weren't you?"

Xing Qingfeng stood up and patted his ash-stained pants. He raised his head slightly, gazing at the sky, engulfed by thick clouds and thunder. He spoke slowly, "I've raised my altitude a bit, hoping to see what's going on up there." He paused, as if recalling the scene, and continued, "We can basically determine the cause of the thunderstorm—"

"—I checked the environment above. The high concentration of magic power provides energy that excites molecules in the air, causing them to lose electrons and become charged ions. This then forms an electric field gradient in the atmosphere. As the magic power concentration continues to increase, the charge distribution becomes extremely unbalanced, and a thunderstorm occurs."

"Maybe there are still those bugs down there consuming magic power." Xing Qingfeng's tone darkened slightly as he spoke. "The magic power concentration in the upper layer is much higher than that in the lower layer. Coupled with the strong electromagnetic field, the electronic equipment on the plane has malfunctioned."

"Use magic to contact them and have them return to the old man's clan first." Xing Qingyu continued, "It's impossible to fly a plane here."

"Regular communication magic won't work. We might need to prepare special equipment." Kenneth glanced around. The air was filled with the smell of burning and moisture. Then he said, "All other magic works. I've activated the communication magic formula, but the transmission won't go through."

"Will high concentrations of magic also affect information exchange over long distances..." Xing Qingfeng speculated in a low voice, "I suspect the principle behind communication magic is similar to that of a telephone. The difference is that a telephone uses radio frequency signals to transmit information, while communication magic uses magic to carry information. Therefore, it is affected by a strong magic field—"

"——Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense that other magic could be used, but only communication magic would be limited due to various issues on a daily basis."

"I'll try to devise a more stable method of contact later," Xing Qingfeng sighed. "Anyway, let's go and reunite with them first."

The fire on the helicopter had been put out. Xing Qingyu scratched his head and decided to collect the wreckage of the helicopter. Then he left without looking back.

Xing Qingfeng and Kenneth were currently standing at the other end of the ORT's perimeter, near the ruins left behind by the magicians who had once traveled from Brazil to explore the ORT. As for the other three, given the uncertainty surrounding the thunderstorm's onset, they hadn't been assigned to accompany them. Instead, they were tasked with setting up camp and deploying equipment in a safe area outside the perimeter to facilitate observation operations should a thunderstorm occur.

The magicians' stronghold three hundred years ago had lost its former glory. A few isolated stone and brick houses barely stood on the desolate land, appearing utterly desolate. The sky was shrouded in thick, dark clouds. Though a thunderstorm hadn't yet begun, it seemed only a few steps away. Occasionally, flashes of lightning flashed across the horizon, adding an unsettling foreboding to the silent ruins.

As far as the eye could see, the ground was almost completely covered in green algae. These tenacious plants spread out, like a soft, decaying carpet covering the ground. Even without wind, the surface of the algae seemed to gently undulate, giving the strange illusion that the land itself was breathing.

Xing Qingyu stood at the edge of the ruins, his gaze calmly scanning the few remaining stone and brick houses. Their structures were simple and crude, with most remaining only thin walls. Roofs had long since vanished, and the interiors were empty, as if eroded by both time and some powerful external force. He stepped on the algae-covered ground, a sticky sound beneath his feet. He exerted a little pressure, but the ground didn't collapse, leaving only a small, damp mark.

"...I don't think it looks worth studying anymore." His voice broke the silence. His tone was flat, but it was full of obvious disappointment. He turned his head and looked away from the stone houses, as if he had completely lost interest in them.

Kenneth walked over to him, looking down at the algae covering his feet. He squatted down, using his fingers to push aside the thin layer for observation. He frowned, picked up a handful of algae, and examined it closely. Then he tossed it back to the ground and patted the residue on his hands. "I can't find even a single useful symbol. This place... doesn't look like there's any remaining ritual core. Even the traces of the ritual have been almost completely devoured by this algae."

"Perhaps the only valuable information is that it proves that ORT is indeed expanding," Xing Qingfu said. "After all, the data shows that this base was established in a safe area hundreds of kilometers away from ORT."

"It also confirms that there was indeed a prolonged thunderstorm activity here, or something similar," Kenneth agreed. "Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this. Three or four hundred years wouldn't be enough to destroy a workshop with the involvement of a Grand Master."

The air around them was oppressive and silent, with the occasional strange noise coming from afar, as if some creature were slowly crawling deep within the algae. Xing Qingqi lifted his foot and rolled hard over an algae-covered tile, causing it to crack, revealing its equally mossy interior.

He raised his head and scanned the ruins around him. It was all empty, and where the towering towers once stood in the distance, only mottled stone walls and algae were left.

Xing Qingqi shook his head, smirking dismissively, then took off the box he was carrying. He squatted down and carefully opened the lid, revealing the neatly arranged tools inside. He pulled out a shovel and began diligently scooping up the algae from the ground. Each time he scooped up a layer, it returned to the box with a sticky texture.

"I don't know when this thunderstorm will come," Xing Qingfeng sighed and threw a similar box to Kenneth, "Hurry up."

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"None of these devices look like something a traditional magician would use," Patricia said, her brow furrowed as she gazed down at the corner. A hint of confusion lingered in her voice. She crouched down, exerted a slight pressure with her fingers, and tore the seal off a wooden crate stacked in the corner. As the seal was torn, the smell of stale sawdust filled her face, causing her to wrinkle her nose. She continued to lift the lid, revealing several sophisticated instruments. Their casings were black metal, gleaming with a cold sheen, and a few wires and metal probes were faintly visible.

She looked up and rubbed her temple, her confusion deepening. "This... this doesn't look like something a magician would use," she muttered, seemingly unable to connect the device before her with the man who claimed to be an alchemist.

"Didn't he claim to be an alchemist before?" Guanyue Ringo stood aside, leaning against the newly erected tent, his eyes narrowed slightly. "But traditional alchemists... don't seem to use purely electrical equipment."

"Huh? These require electricity to operate?" Patricia asked in surprise, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Doesn't this have anything to do with magic?"

"That's what he said in the notes he gave me." Guanyue Ringo nodded. "It also comes with a diesel generator and a transformer..."

Patricia sighed helplessly and glanced around, her gaze landing on Okita Souji, who was busy setting up camp in the distance. He expertly moved between tents, wooden stakes, and backpacks, wielding a machete as he quickly cleared the remaining brush, striving to create enough space for camp. She glanced at the unfamiliar equipment, sighed, and shook her head, clearly not pinning her hopes on a man from the late Bakumatsu era to assist with such technical tasks.

"Let's get started." Patricia stood up straight, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and pointed to the camp nearby. As she spoke, she turned back to look at Guanyue Ringo with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "I've never come across anything like this before..."

Just as everyone was busy, Okita Souji suddenly and quietly emerged from the depths of the bushes. Her figure blended seamlessly into the surrounding greenery, her steps light yet remarkably steady. Her expression was noticeably more serious than before, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she had noticed something unusual.

She looked down at the machete in her hand and gently set it down. The blade met the scabbard with a slight clang, and then she expertly fastened the scabbard back to her waist. She didn't completely close the scabbard, but left it slightly open, revealing a small section of the sharp blade, ready for any possible battle.

She walked towards Patricia, her footsteps almost soundless. She walked so slowly that each step felt like soft ground, even the branches she stepped on made no sound. She approached Patricia, lowered herself, and spoke in a low, nervous voice, "Stop for a moment, Master."

Patricia froze for a moment, then stopped moving. She turned back to look at Okita, a hint of confusion in her eyes, clearly confused as to what was going on.

"There seems to be someone around." Okita Souji said softly, a hint of alertness flashed in his eyes, and his tone was still a little nervous, as if he was still catching the subtle movements in the air.

Patricia's brows furrowed slightly, and her alertness instantly increased.

"what's the situation?"

"I heard some noises that were different from the ones I've heard before. I bent down and listened carefully, and then I confirmed it..." Okita Souji replied in a deep voice, "I walked around for a distance and found some fresh footprints nearby."

"About how far is it?" Patricia continued to ask.

"Within three kilometers, maybe? Otherwise, I wouldn't have heard anything..." Okita Souji hesitated, his voice low and slow. Her eyes seemed to be recalling the moment she skirted the bushes. "They should be heading in the direction of that ORT, so it couldn't be Xing and the others."

Patricia was silent for a moment, her brow furrowed, a flicker of thought in her eyes. Her gaze swept across the air, as if weighing her next move. Finally, her gaze rested on the slumbering Guanyue Ringo, whose peaceful demeanor contrasted sharply with the tense atmosphere.

"If someone comes at this time, no matter who it is, it will be a bit troublesome..." She exhaled lightly and whispered, "Don't take the initiative to attack. As long as they don't find us, we won't take any action. Let's wait until they leave."

Okita Souji didn't say anything more, just nodded silently. Her fingers tightly gripped the handle of the scabbard, she lowered her head slightly, and gently retreated into the bushes, her footsteps disappearing silently into the dense green.

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