Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

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Volume 55: Symbiotic Relationships: . The divination was very accurate, but the interpretation was not correct.

Deep in the heart of the Amazon rainforest, the air is humid, the dense greenery almost suffocating. The lush branches and leaves of the trees intertwine, and from time to time, a few insects buzz around my ears. Sunlight filters through the cracks, creating dappled spots of light dancing across the ground.

The two puppets nestled quietly in Sister Ye's arms. Their meticulous carvings revealed a strong Asian style, and their eyes seemed to be constantly staring forward. Their clothing and demeanor were remarkably similar to You Ruoyu and the other two, to the point of creating an uncanny valley effect.

"It seems like we're being targeted." Sister Ye suddenly said softly, her brows slightly furrowed, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

You Ruoyu's heartbeat quickened slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. Almost subconsciously, she reached for the pouch at her waist, pulled out two talismans, and carefully clasped them in her palm.

"Fight or run?" she asked nervously in a low voice. "Sister Ye, you decide?"

"We don't know where they are... We're only certain someone has noticed us." Sister Ye held the puppet, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "But ordinary people can't notice us outside our range of perception... So it's probably only a Western magician."

You Ruoyu nodded silently, then put the talisman back into her waist bag and reached out to pull out a tortoise shell. She looked around, and the dampness in the air made her take a deep breath unconsciously.

"The enemy is in the dark, and we are in the light. There's no one to support us..." You Ruoyu sighed softly, preparing to take the next step. "The environment isn't familiar to me. Even with the increased authority, it's still quite troublesome to get in touch with the Thought Board after crossing the sea. Without the advantage of location—"

"—In the end, we still have to rely on fate."

"Since we're being watched," she hesitated, then looked up at Sister Ye, "then it's okay for me to start a fire, right?"

A trace of worry flashed in Sister Ye's eyes. She put down the puppets in her arms and looked down at them.

"Let's not use tortoise divination yet," she shook her head slightly. "Let's try something else first?"

You Ruoyu thought for a moment, then nodded. She slowly pulled three incense sticks from her waist pouch and gently lit them. As the smoke curled upward, she delicately inserted the incense into the humus beneath her feet. The flames were faint but steady.

"As for June 29th... May 28th, Gengchen year, Renwu month, Wuwu day, Gengshen hour, Zi and Chou ten-day void." You Ruoyu murmured in a low voice, "This hexagram is Zhen... Heng. Zhen comes with a roar, laughs with a hoarse voice. Shocking for a hundred miles, won't you lose your dagger and wine..."

Sister Ye moved closer and asked in a low voice, "How do you solve it?"

You Ruoyu took a deep breath and frowned slightly. "The Zhen hexagram itself is a very good hexagram. Although we will encounter some very shocking things at the beginning, as the shock comes with a bang, these things may catch us off guard at first, but as the shock dissipates, laughter will follow. It's basically like, well... this thing is no big deal, and after it passes, we will encounter very pleasant things."

She waved her hand gently. "Then there's the shocking news: A hundred miles away, but no dagger lost... This incident has a huge impact, even affecting people a hundred miles away, but nothing important will be lost as a result. Overall, it should be considered a good thing."

You Ruoyu paused and whispered, "Let me continue calculating..." She glanced at Sister Ye next to her, her forehead slightly wrinkled, as if she was thinking about something.

"The Tuan says: 'We can guard the ancestral temples and the altars of state and serve as the chief priests…'" She explained slowly, "We should be more proactive."

Sister Ye nodded slightly, "You mean, take the initiative?"

"This is what the hexagram says," You Ruoyu sighed softly, "Zhen symbolizes action and change. In other words, the next action should be flexible and proactive. Should we take the initiative to attack... right?"

Her voice gradually grew firmer. "Then the Xiang says: 'Thunder strikes, and a noble man cultivates himself with fear.'" She pondered for a moment. "This means that we must not only be flexible and proactive, but also remain cautious and vigilant throughout the process."

"Then there's the detailed analysis of the six yao... Well, all in all, there won't be any major problems," You Ruoyu nodded gently. "There might be some minor losses, and there might be some major events, but in the end, it'll be fine. We can achieve our goal. What do you think?"

"Then, let's determine their location." The puppet Sister Ye had just placed on the ground had disappeared without a trace. "Instead of letting them spy on us from the dark, why not just run over them openly?"

You Ruoyu nodded silently without saying anything, and began to move. She turned and worked with Sister Ye to clear a space. Then, You Ruoyu began to gather the damp branches from the surrounding bushes, piling them into a small pile before pulling out several sheets of yellow talisman paper from her waist bag. She gently lit one and quickly tossed the burning paper into the pile of brush. Although the branches were still damp, the flames from the talisman paper quickly devoured the surrounding moisture, and in an instant, a blazing flame shot up into the sky.

She then took out a tortoise shell that had been pre-processed from her waist bag, took out a few tools, and began drilling holes and gouging grooves on the surface of the tortoise shell. After the processing was completed, she put the tortoise shell back into the fire and waited quietly for the tortoise shell to be roasted into "bu"-shaped cracks.

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In the jungle, the humidity made every breath feel heavy. Massive vines clung to the tree trunks, and occasionally, small animals scurried through the underbrush, creating a subtle rustling sound. A gentle breeze ruffled the leaves, and Okita Souji looked up into the distance, squinting his eyes, as if trying to find more clues among the dense canopy.

"They look like they're making a fire?" she whispered, a hint of uncertainty in her tone. Then, with a gentle leap, she landed firmly on the thick tree trunk, her movements so light and effortless that they made almost no sound. Carefully, she climbed to the treetops, and from her vantage point, she caught a glimpse of faint smoke in the distant sky. The smoke, like a slender thread, flickered among the green forest, eventually being swallowed by the sunlight.

"We can roughly determine their current direction..." Okita Souji said in a low voice while standing on the treetop, his hand gently grasping the hilt of Qishi Kiyomitsu's sword, with a hint of caution in his eyes.

"Setting up camp?" Patricia's voice came from below, a hint of doubt in her tone. She stood at the edge of the bushes, casually pushing aside an obstructing vine, but hesitated to move, as if weighing something.

"I'm not entirely sure." Okita Souji leaped from the treetop, landing lightly and almost soundlessly. She tilted her head slightly, scanning the surroundings before speaking slowly, "But since we know the general direction, why don't I just go over and take a look?"

"Hmm..." Patricia pondered for a moment, then reached out and pushed the crate behind her deeper into the bushes, trying to blend it in with the surrounding vegetation. The damp soil rubbed against the humus with a gentle sound, and her brow furrowed slightly. "If it were ordinary people, we wouldn't have disturbed them. But this deep down, with only two people coming in... they hardly seem ordinary."

However, just six years later, in 2006, the world's wild king, Bear Grylls, was about to venture into the South American rainforest with his legendary photographer. The rainforest environment couldn't defeat him, but the termites in the rainforest did give him diarrhea.

Okita Souji looked down at her sword, sheathed it, and adjusted her gait slightly, making her posture more in tune with her surroundings. She nodded gently, and without another word, she stepped forward and vanished almost instantly among the treetops, leaving only the sound of rustling branches.

Patricia looked up at the direction where Okita Souji had disappeared, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but she didn't stop him. She sighed, pulled a well-read book from her backpack, and sat down on a stump near the trunk.

Patricia lowered her head and flipped open the book, seemingly concentrating entirely on the text. However, her other hand was constantly gripping a small dagger at her waist, her fingertips gently stroking the hilt. Clearly, her relaxation was only superficial; she was always ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

The unpleasant silence of the forest was soon shattered by the rustling of branches from the direction Okita Souji had left. The tug of wet brush was particularly harsh. Patricia frowned subconsciously, her hands calmly closing the pages of the book, and then stuffed it back into her backpack.

She quickly stood up from the stump, her entire body tense as a drawn bowstring, her eyes fixed on the bushes where the noise had come from. Familiar with Okita Souji's style, she immediately understood that this could not possibly be him. A Saber yet as stealthy as an Assassin, Okita Souji's actions would never cause such a commotion.

Her hand slowly slid towards the small dagger at her waist, and her fingertips tapped lightly on the hilt, concealing the nervousness and vigilance in her heart.

"Don't be so nervous." A lazy female voice broke the deadlock, coming from deep in the bushes. The casual tone sounded confident and unscrupulous.

Patricia's eyes grew even colder, and she had already gently withdrawn the dagger half an inch, its cold light reflecting the sunlight through the leaves. However, before she could completely pull out the dagger, two figures slowly emerged from the dense shade.

The first person who caught my eye was an Asian woman, her ultramarine dress standing out against the damp forest. The hem, adorned with glittering ornaments, swayed subtly with her movements. She was tall and curvaceous, especially her bust, which threatened to break free from the dress's restraints, swaying unabashedly with her steps. From her chest to her collarbone, a faint, ink-and-wash tattoo in the shape of a red spider lily appeared, seemingly blooming with every breath, exuding a deadly allure. Her features were delicate, her eyes slightly arched, her lips tinged with color, and her eyes were now openly examining Patricia.

As for the other Asian woman next to her, if she were standing alone, I might be able to give her a detailed description of her appearance. After all, she is a very cute and youthful girl. But if she appears with the other women, then the first impression she gives people is just...

——Poverty.

She was slender, wearing standard long-sleeved shirts and long pants. The waist bag around her waist was a bit bulky, but it also added a touch of practicality. Her face was delicate, exuding a youthful vitality and cuteness, but against the backdrop of the stunning woman next to her, all her highlights seemed to be overshadowed.

Even more fatal is that, in contrast to her already impoverished appearance, she appears even more lackluster. If viewed alone, this woman's loveliness and vitality are absolutely worth writing about, but compared to her companions, her presence seems to be weakened to the extreme.

Patricia's eyes wandered between the two men. She didn't completely retract the dagger in her hand. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, and her fingertips pressed so hard that the handle made a slight creaking sound.

"Are you the only one here?" The lazy female voice sounded again, coming from the woman in the ultramarine dress. She raised the corner of her mouth and looked at Patricia with a smile, as if she didn't care about what was happening in front of her.

"This is the Greek Ecological Research Outpost," Patricia's voice was undeniably cold, her bright eyes fixed on the two men before her. She didn't completely lower the dagger in her hand, the sharp blade reflecting a cold gleam in the sunlight. "Please refrain from interfering with our work, if you are not involved."

The air was filled with the unique moist scent of a forest after rain. The sunlight filtered through the tall treetops, casting a mottled shadow, which made the tense atmosphere between the three people even more oppressive.

"I told you not to be so nervous~" The woman in the ultramarine dress standing in front of her smiled charmingly. She raised her hands, appearing harmless, yet her inherent confidence was undeniable. She waved her hands casually, as if trying to dispel the chill that enveloped Patricia, her tone languid yet slightly teasing. "We're just here to check in. After all, we might be traveling together~"

"Really?" Patricia remained unperturbed, the tip of her dagger tilted slightly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation. However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by another woman.

"Ah! I remember you!" The capable short-haired woman suddenly shouted, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "I saw you in the Holy Grail War. You must be the Master of Saber!"

"..."

Although they recognized an acquaintance, the atmosphere at the scene fell into an eerie silence.

"Alas, little Ruoyu is still a bit naive..." The woman in the ultramarine dress sighed, a tone of doting and helplessness in her voice. She shook her head gently, her gaze returning to Patricia, an unfathomable smile playing on her lips. "But now that our identities have been revealed—"

"——Then please take a rest first."

As her words fell, the air around her suddenly tightened, and dead leaves in the hidden corners of the forest fluttered. Several exquisite "dolls" and "masks" emerged from the hidden bushes and shadows. They floated silently, surrounding Patricia firmly in the center.

The woman in the ultramarine dress lovingly held one of them in her arms, then extended her other hand—

——What is driven by that hand is the closing shell.

"Open and close (begin with this)." She whispered, and the shell slowly opened in response to the incantation, revealing a complex spell within. These spells began to emit a faint light, which slowly extended and flowed across her face, outlining the intricate lines between her eyebrows and eyes.

Similar to the spells used in Western magic to transform the self, the mantra she chanted now connected her to her mind disk. And the mask she painted on her face—red lips and purple-green eyes—was a form of mind magic, drawing "power" from within through makeup.

Since ancient times, makeup has been used to ward off evil. Wearing makeup around the eyes, in particular, was considered a powerful way to keep curses and diseases away, and depending on the region, it was even a privilege enjoyed by high-ranking officials like priests.

At the moment the ritual was completed, the feeble magic could not even withstand a glance from her.

"Since ancient times, makeup has been a compulsory course for women~" She still had that lazy smile on her face, turning her head to look at You Ruoyu beside her, her tone even mixed with a bit of ease. "Xiao Ruoyu, do you want to try it too? Come on, I can teach you."

"Ah... I'm not very familiar with the magic of the Possession Building," You Ruoyu replied seriously, "I feel it would be a waste to paint it on my face."

"Alas..." the woman sighed and said, "If you keep being like this, you won't be able to get married in the future."

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In fact, by now you should be able to recognize who this woman is. She is Ye Sizhen, the magician of the Spiral Pavilion who appeared in the Adventure Book of the Second Generation. She fell in love with Shirou at first sight. She is 12 years older than Shirou but still wants others to call her by their age. She is an old lady who wants to eat young grass (big boo).

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Volume 56: Symbiosis: . Conflict

Patricia felt the dagger in her hand tremble slightly, and the runes engraved on the blade glowed. She was sure that her magic was complete.

This magic, originating from Gnosticism, relies on the aid of magical ceremonial garments. The knowledge or similar contents of one's own writings are engraved on the dagger, and after a certain process, they are transformed into so-called "gnosis". The complex process that originally required eight sections is compressed into just three steps, which is more than enough to disrupt the opponent's cognition.

——However, after the magic was released, the opponent stood there unharmed.

"Mystical Eyes... No, that's not right." Her thoughts raced, her gaze fixed on the woman in the ultramarine dress. It was obvious that the method that negated her magic must be due to the facial mask painted on her face. "It must be a technique similar to the Mystical Eyes..."

Before she could finish her words, Patricia's pupils suddenly contracted.

She suddenly realized she had been deprived of even the ability to speak. She tried to open her mouth, but found she couldn't feel her tongue. This feeling of loss of control spread rapidly like a stream of icy water, suppressing her voice and movement.

"I'm sorry, but it's best not to move if you're possessed," the woman in the ultramarine dress sighed slightly, a hint of regret in her tone, and her fingertips gently touched You Ruoyu's head. "It would be great if we could all pretend to be normal people... but now, it seems like we have no choice but to take action."

With that, the doll in her arms suddenly rose, its joints crackling like the whisper of death. Without a single incantation, the spell woven into the doll was instantly unleashed, piercing through everything with incredible speed, plunging directly into Patricia's chest.

Patricia tried to dodge with her enhanced physical condition. She kicked her legs, and the powerful explosive force almost made her body merge with the air.

——However, her feet were wrapped in humus at some point, holding her tightly in place.

You Ruoyu, standing behind the woman in the ultramarine dress, sighed softly, dropped a burning talisman onto the ground, clapped her hands softly, and then tucked another stack of talismans into her sleeve. Under You Ruoyu's control, the moist soil became as hard as steel. Her ankles seemed to be bound by invisible chains, preventing her from moving.

"That's good, right..." You Ruoyu murmured, tilting her head to the side, but she didn't dare look directly at Patricia. She actually didn't want to kill her.

The magic released by the puppet bit into Patricia's body like a beast, sharp energy tearing along her shoulders, shredding her clothes and revealing blood. However, just as the magic was about to devour her, a blond figure suddenly leaped out of the crate behind her.

"Ringo!" Patricia's heart trembled, but she couldn't utter a word. The blonde figure was none other than Guanyue Ringo. She shot out like an arrow, her arms clasping Patricia's upper body in an attempt to pull her out of the swampy, humus-like state. However, Patricia's legs remained firmly bound, making it impossible for her to break free.

Realizing the dire situation, Guanyue Ringo didn't hesitate at all and rushed directly to Patricia, pressing her body against the crate behind him. With a loud bang, the crate overturned, and Guanyue Ringo held Patricia in his arms, trapping them both upside down inside the crate.

"Oh, this is really troublesome." The woman in the ultramarine dress clapped her hands lightly, her tone full of teasing.

You Ruoyu hesitated for a moment, looked in the direction of the box, and asked in a low voice: "This... shouldn't cause any problems, right?"

At dusk, the setting sun's afterglow bathed the earth, scattering tiny specks of golden-red light through the dense branches and leaves. The air was filled with the moistness and freshness of the evening breeze. A woman in an ultramarine dress stood before the scattered daggers, gently picking one up. The rune circuits on the dagger had lost their radiance, cold and powerless, like a dead object.

She turned around, her skirt drawing an elegant arc on the ground, walked to the overturned crate, and with a light flick of her finger, lifted the crate up.

——The box was empty, with only a few scraps of Patricia's clothes remaining, proving that someone had struggled here.

The practice of transforming a living person into a living being is a common practice in both Eastern and Western cultures. A magician or juggler (in the secular sense) places a person or object in a container where the interior cannot be seen, such as a box, a curtain, or even a flame. With an evocative spell or hand gesture, the container is opened again, and the person or object inside disappears before everyone's eyes. This trick has long been regarded as a classic of magic, but magic based on this cultural phenomenon naturally suffers from the same drawbacks as such tricks:

——The missing person or object must be near the container.

"Xiao Ruoyu, can you try to cast a spell?" The orange sunset passed over her face, reflecting on the lines of her mask, making the red spider lily tattoos look even more eerie. She stood quietly for a moment, then spoke, her tone still calm. "Things that disappear are always nearby. They can't escape."

You Ruoyu stood aside, the setting sun casting a soft golden glow on the tips of her hair. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded gently, then took the dagger from the woman and examined it carefully with both hands.

"I'm not very familiar with witchcraft..." she muttered, then pulled a small oil lamp from her waist bag. The lamp was made of antique material, the wick long since soaked in grease. She took out a tinder and lit it. The faint flame flickered in the wind, casting a hazy shadow on her face.

You Ruoyu placed the oil lamp on the ground, held the handle of the dagger with both hands, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and chanted softly:

"The wild geese bear the message, and the wanderer returns home; the sky hangs low, and the earth covers, and the master is known and never forgotten."

As the spell concluded, the dagger trembled violently, then slowly rose from her hand, floating in mid-air. The air around it seemed to freeze as the dagger gently spun, as if choosing a direction. After a moment, it paused, finally pointing toward the bushes behind the box and slowly flying deeper into the woods.

"It's done." You Ruoyu showed a smug smile, blew out the oil lamp, put it back into his waist bag, clapped his hands and stood up. "Follow it, it will lead us to them."

The two men followed the floating dagger, their footsteps making a gentle rustling sound on the fallen leaves. The setting sun gradually sank below the horizon, its orange afterglow gradually swallowed by darkness, and the atmosphere in the forest grew more oppressive and eerie. You Ruoyu's expression was a little nervous, while the woman in the ultramarine dress remained calm, her steps neither hurried nor slow as she shielded You Ruoyu.

I still have a headache. I'll write 2,000 words first, take a break and see if I can continue writing.

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Volume 57: Symbiotic Relationships: . Usurping the Heavens and Concealing the Secrets

The rainforest at dusk was shrouded in a golden-orange afterglow. Thick tree trunks cast a crisscrossing shadow on the ground, and the air in the dense forest was filled with the scent of moist earth. A gentle breeze rustled the branches and leaves, and the occasional distant bird call echoed through the forest, yet it seemed particularly empty and lonely. Okita Souji crouched on the top of a tall, leafy tree, his toes lightly tapping on a thick branch. Like a beast poised for action, he cloaked himself in the greenery, his gaze fixed fixed on two figures standing by a distant fire.

Her brow furrowed slightly, a look of scrutiny and alertness in her eyes. Two women bustled about by the fire, their voices muffled by the occasional, inaudible whisper. The flickering flames illuminated their figures. One, wearing a low-cut, ultramarine dress, the hem of which brushed the ground lightly, seemed out of place in this wilderness. The other, a slightly more childish figure, squatted on the ground, rummaging through a bulging bag. Occasionally, she would pick up a talisman, then, as if sensing something was amiss, quickly throw it back and continue searching.

The bonfire was bright and warm, the wood crackling softly in the flames, and curls of smoke swirled upward, blending with the gradually darkening sky in the distance. Okita Souji stared at all this, tilting his head slightly, his eyes flickering, as if he were thinking, or subconsciously rejecting the scene before him.

"Just like Patricia suspected, they're setting up camp, and it doesn't look like anything unusual..." She sighed softly, her gaze growing sharper. The next moment, a strong intuition suddenly surged into her heart, and she secretly complained, "That's weird! Who would set up camp in a low-cut long dress in the rainforest?"

Her gaze returned to the woman in the ultramarine dress. She was half-kneeling beside the fire, gracefully stirring the wood. Her slender fingers moved with practiced fluidity, occasionally lowering her head to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. The scene should have appeared relaxed and natural, but the more Okita Souji watched, the more something seemed off.

"That's not right..." Okita Souji sighed inwardly, his fingers resting quietly on the hilt of the knife, "It feels... wrong... It's too weird..."

She took another deep breath, trying to suppress the inexplicable feeling of unease in her heart. Although the other party's every move was impeccable, Okita Souji's intuition was frantically warning her.

She could feel a strange feeling that could not be described in words emanating from the other person. It was not the aura of an ordinary person, but an inhuman quality buried deep in the bone marrow.

She remained motionless, her breathing slowed to a crawl, her entire body blending seamlessly into the surrounding shadows. Her fingertips traced the lines of the hilt, the blade trembling slightly within its sheath, ready to unleash its restraints and deliver a fatal blow.

"...We still have to take action." Okita Souji's eyes turned cold and he muttered in a low voice, his voice dissipated in the dense treetops with the wind.

The rainforest grew darker at dusk, the last rays of the orange-red sunset shimmering through the branches. The shadows around the fire swayed gently in the breeze, dancing like ghosts. Okita Souji slowly straightened up, his toes tapping lightly on the treetops. His entire figure was as light and silent as if lifted by the wind, and the branches and leaves remained motionless.