Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

If the magic furnace is deployed, this amount of magic supply will not be a problem for a genius in the field of spirit summoning. In fact, the impact is still quite large. Kenneth is just showing off here.

And on the other side-

"Dude, I think you should go to the hospital now." Xing Qingqi leaned close to Matou Yanye's ear and whispered, "I don't know how you made the teacher angry, but that Messiah definitely won't treat you now. How about when you get out, ask that yellow-haired guy, Kenneth, to heal you with his magic?"

"I really don't know how to repay your kindness..." Matou Kariya just kept thanking him.

"Haha... If you really want to repay me, why not help me skip math class tonight..."

"I want to thank you on behalf of Ying for rescuing that innocent child from this insect nest that was like a devil's den..."

"Qi'er Sanlin is c leek qi ⑶ (four) Junyang 2 huh?"

Newton discovered something unusual.

"Innocent child, you say?"

"Yes, this is what happened..."

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"Well, I have a bit of a stereotype then," Newton said without any apology.

"Are you telling me there's a child who's also been subjected to even more inhumane body modifications than you?"

"Yes, please save her."

"Hmm..." Newton pondered for a moment, "As an apology, I will treat him personally."

From beginning to end, I couldn't sense any apology in Newton's tone or expression.

Si Wu stood up and motioned Kenneth and Matou Kariya to follow.

And Xing Qingfeng also followed Newton quite naturally.

"Teacher, what is this Command Spell?"

"As a symbol of the Master in the Holy Grail War, it has three strokes, representing the Master's absolute power over the Servants. Command Spells can be consumed to forcibly command the Servants."

"At the same time, its essence is also a crystallization of magic power, which allows the Servant to do things that he could not do otherwise."

"Then why don't I have it?"

"Because you are not the Master."

"Oh……"

"Then where is your Master, Sensei?"

"...That's not right." Newton seemed to suddenly understand something. "Why did you follow me out?"

"Hey, jiu mi!" Xing Qingwu chose to play dumb.

"Alas..." Newton shook his head. "Don't think you can escape. I've already finalized the topic book. It'll give you ten years to write."

"...Ah, ten years, are you serious?!"

At this moment, Xing Qingyu was still immersed in the complacency of skipping the math class tonight, and he could not understand in his heart how miserable what he was about to see would be.

On a hazy moonlit night, a still-lit Western-style house stood before Xing Qingjiu and his group. Its exterior, weathered by time to a dull gray, and the heavy curtains on the windows, never drawn, cast a shadow on the interior. Sprawling ivy and moss clung to the walls, seemingly threatening to engulf the building. The wind rustled the walls, creating an eerie sound.

The fountain in the center of the garden had long ceased flowing, but in the moonlight, a faint glimmer could still be seen on the surface, as if some eye from the abyss gazed down upon the world. A mountain of dead leaves lay, exuding the scent of damp earth. A winding path led to the front door, flanked by rows of forgotten rose trellises, their blossoms long since withered, leaving only their thorny branches as a warning to trespassers.

The night wind howled around the villa, carrying a mournful cry. Occasionally, the cry of a crow came from the gloomy roof, breaking the dead silence. The interior of the villa was dark and deep, as if something was peering in from the shadows, waiting for the arrival of uninvited guests.

He walked through the gate and followed the winding path towards the villa. He found a skinny old man waiting there with a cane not far away. His hairless head and limbs were as shrunken and withered as a mummy, but his eyes, deep in his sunken sockets, still gleamed with brilliance, looking eagerly at Newton. He was an eerie old man whose appearance and aura were unlike those of an ordinary man.

There was no doubt that the old man in front of him was the head of the Matou family mentioned by Matou Kariya, the immortal magician who used unspeakable and terrifying methods to extend his life time and time again, and the living monster who survived to the modern era - Matou Zouken.

Anger and disgust appeared on Newton's face. The soul of the person in front of him was so rotten that it made him want to vomit.

"What the hell are you?!" Newton asked furiously before the old man could even open his mouth. "What the hell are you, Zolgen?"

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Sakura's storyline is still not easy.

Next, Newton’s past will be supplemented through his memories, which will run through the entire book until the end.

While researching, I discovered that a certain fungus is eating books again. How could the Einzbern family history be eaten? It's such a contradiction. The witch (⑴) Qi La's father's spiritual weapon (⒍ Yin) is part of the type of moon that has to be tasted. It's a headache. I'm trying to figure out how to balance the two settings.

Since a certain fungus ate the book first, don’t blame Fan Yue Ya Shi for using his own settings to rebel against Tian Gang. He was the one who started it first!

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and collect it. Thank you.

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I don't know when the editor will be able to work and let me sign the contract* Er⊙玐wu 『 冷偶〕山周⑨……

Volume 19: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . The End of the Eighteenth Century

That was in the early eighteenth century, around 1730. Newton lived in seclusion with the Einzbern family, concentrating on his research.

After the previous user of the Third Magic left this world, his disciples established a workshop to reproduce the Third Magic in the early AD - now known as the Einzbern Castle.

Should we say that they are worthy of being the disciples of that white and saintly magician? Although they are magicians, their goal in pursuing magic is to save all mankind.

They were so focused on working hard for all of humanity that they never considered why the third magician, who possessed the power of immortality, would choose death.

However, no matter how noble her purpose, her talent is ultimately limited. Despite her disciples' utmost efforts, they were unable to reproduce the third magic on their own. Just when they were on the verge of despair—

——An alchemist originally from the Atlas Academy proposed an alternative plan:

"Since we don't have the talent to reach magic, we just need to create individuals who can reach magic."

Based on their master, the third magician of the previous generation, the disciples tried to create an individual identical to their master, and then rely on this individual to reach the third magic in order to fulfill their wish of saving all mankind.

After nearly a thousand years of exploration, they accidentally created a humanoid known as the Holy Maiden of Winter - Justisia Rizleich von Einzbern.

Though it was accidental, the Winter Saint Justisa, like her master, could reproduce the materialization of souls, reappearing in this world what her disciples considered a symbol of the third magic.

However, this had nothing to do with their nearly thousand years of groping; it was simply a joke of fate. Even if they tried their best to research and create a humanoid that could surpass Justissa—

——In the end, it was fruitless, and their talents stopped at Eubustakuhaid von Einzbern, the father of artificial humans.

However, Justisa is weak and slender, and can only sit in the castle day after day for thousands of years. She is unable to adapt to the outside environment and cannot serve as a means of saving all mankind.

The magicians despairingly realized the limits of their own abilities. Even Justisa and the others could not reproduce them, let alone surpass them.

They gave up their sad wish, either committed suicide or left, leaving behind the androids and the castle, and never returned.

Although they are artificial beings, they are designed by geniuses and possess intelligence beyond that of humans. After inheriting the knowledge of the disciples of the Third Magician, they learned the sad wish of their master.

These artificial people, who have never been outside or had much contact with human society, possess a very pure spirit. They have taken on the sad wish of their former master and inherited it.

About five hundred years after the artificial people had been operating their own workshops, they proposed a plan to promote Justisa as a prototype, trying to get as close as possible to their desire to save all mankind.

Later, Isaac Newton, who had completed the Jade Method and became the current third magician, personally denied the possibility.

"Justisia isn't the materialized soul at all; it's merely a highly integrated fusion of soul and body," young Newton declared, without mercy. "The inability of the mind and soul to withstand the wear and tear of time is the greatest proof of this. The true Third Law is the flow and transformation of the five elements, the 'Transformation of Matters.'"

"She is like a pool of stagnant water, without a true soul. How could she possibly represent the Third Law? How could she possibly use the Third Law?"

When he was young, he was arrogant and sharp. Having gained nothing from the Einzbern family, he ignored the androids' request to complete Yustisa and left in anger.

"It's ridiculous that you've only spent a thousand years to create something like this. Are you so untalented that you can't even recognize your own mistakes? Your obsession is nothing but an unattainable dream that leads you down the wrong path."

The lamentable wish inherited from the previous generation of magician disciples was ruthlessly denied by the current generation of magicians. If it were an ordinary human, they would probably have abandoned this lamentable wish and given up on themselves long ago.

But the isolated Einzbern family's artificial people ignored Newton's ridicule and ultimately chose to continue to promote the plan.

Their goal is not to "reach the Third Law." The Third Law is merely a means to an end. What they seek is the compassionate wish inherited from their former master.

——Save all mankind.

This is similar to the ideas of the elderly Newton.

In the early eighteenth century, in 1727, the elderly Newton, realizing that his body was about to reach its limit of aging, announced his own death, taking the point at which his soul began to partially materialize.

Newton, who understood the third law in his later years, knew that Einzbern's path was wrong. The so-called salvation of the third law was nothing more than transforming humans into a kind of zombie with no desires or wants. However, theory alone could not shake the obsession of those stubborn artificial humans.

Since I must live even though I am so ugly, since I will be devoured by the Third Law sooner or later—

——Then let this body become a living specimen to demonstrate to them how ridiculous the so-called materialization of the soul is.

Looking back, I must have been lost by then. It would have been better for that stubborn old man, who refused to trust his descendants, to have died in 1727.

In his youth, he was full of ambition and determination, laying the foundation for science, a foundation he was proud of. However, in his old age, he became complacent and, seeing no way out, he finally devoted himself to the study of alchemy, hoping to push it to the point of reducing the Third Law to the level of magic. This was truly a foolish and selfish view.

I have spent more than half a century in the Einzbern Castle, devoting myself to studying how to crack the Third Law. My body has been gradually eroded by materialism, and my desires and sensuality have been gradually lost.

As the Einzbern family lingered on until the end of the 18th century, an uninvited guest came to the Einzbern family.

"Haha, I didn't expect to see an old friend here." Matou Zouken didn't care about Newton's anger, nor did he intend to answer Newton's question directly. A disgusting smile appeared on his withered face. "I'm sorry for not welcoming you. I'm sorry for being so rude."

Machiri Zolgen's family's magecraft is characterized by absorption, a tendency toward command and control. They are fundamentally predatory. Those born into such a family are undoubtedly extremely despicable.

However, Machiri Zolgen was a selfless man who had a great desire to eradicate all evil and human evil from the world, and was willing to dedicate his life to this end. He visited the Einzbern family to fulfill his own wish.

This self-proclaimed righteous partner was a man I admired. Unfortunately, my desires were almost gone by then, and I couldn't bring myself to offer him any advice. After a brief chat, I forgot about it.

"I invited you to Japan back then." Matou Zouken lazily raised his back, leaning on his cane, and invited the others into the house. "To prevent other magicians from interfering before the ceremony is complete, and to prove the legitimacy of this ritual to future generations, it is most appropriate to invite you, the Third Magician, to witness it."

Ten years after Machili Zorgen left with the Holy Maiden of Winter, an invitation letter was delivered to him.

At that time, the erosion of the materialization of his soul became more and more serious. Even his research work could only be carried out by relying on the prohibitions he had previously placed in his soul. He could only devote himself to the construction of the "Garden of Eden" and had no desire to witness it at all.

After handing the invitation and part of the key to the Garden of Eden to Zelrich, he stopped paying any more attention to it.

"It's a pity you refused. With our invitation fruitless, we don't know what to do. Fortunately, the old man, after learning about it, came forward to bear witness for us." The old man hunched over, pushed open the door of the mansion, and motioned for the others to enter. "I believe you don't mind."

Although the lights inside the mansion were bright, the furniture was cleverly arranged to create numerous shadows. The sofas and chairs were covered in thick fabric, seemingly to keep out dust, but more like a cover-up. A faint flame burned in the fireplace in the corner, but against the backdrop of numerous shadows, even the bright light lacked any sense of warmth, leaving Xing Qingfeng feeling a bit eerie.

"It seems your husband is quite old indeed." Xing Qingfu whispered into Matou Kariya's ear, "He seems to even know my teacher. Now he can't challenge me, or else I'll give him a couple of slaps to vent your anger."

"After so many years, I've aged into this. I never thought I'd see you in your youth again." Matou Zouken eagerly tried to get close to Newton. "It's completely the opposite of when we first met."

Newton walked forward silently, his face gloomy, without replying a single word. Machiri Zorgen, the man he remembered as possessing great ambition and saintly character, had never lowered his stance, even when facing the Einzbern family alone.

"Haha, when you get older you tend to reminisce about the past. I've forgotten your personality, sir." Matou Zouken glanced at Matou Kariya, who was following behind Newton. "Thank you so much for treating my son and giving him a new lease on life. You brought my son with you this time. I'm sure you've already discussed the relevant matters with him."

"Sir, you don't like wasting time in vain, so I won't invite you to sit in the living room." Matou Zouken chuckled dryly. "I'm sure you can't hide anything here, so why not just follow me?"

Machili Zolgen, that man's talent and ideals were affirmed by my past self.

The skinny old man in kimono led the group to the basement with a strength that was not suitable for his age.

"Right here, sir."

"But I have a request that you make, and I hope you will consider our past friendship..."

"Have you said enough?" Newton interrupted the person in front of him impatiently, "You bug living on the body of Machili Zolgen."

He was completely disappointed with the person in front of him.

With a single glance, Newton saw through the true nature of the man before him. Having already established his position to control this place, he was fully aware of Matou Zouken's crimes.

To mend his soul, to make him remember his past self and realize his mistakes?

"The man I knew died a long time ago from the wear and tear of time," he said. "I wanted to see what the bedbugs living on his body could say..."

The man named Machili Zolgen is long gone, and all that remains are the bugs that feasted on his corpse.

Without telling anyone else, he buried his ideals here.

"...Now it seems that you'd better die."

Without any warning, without any chance to repent, the fetid maggots that had been lingering since the late 18th century were melted into pure mercury.

Matou Zouken, willingly melting into a silver liquid, swiftly sliced the door open for Newton. Matou Kariya, who had been following Newton obediently, could no longer contain his inner emotions and lunged through the door. The crested insects that had once nearly given him PTSD now failed to instill the slightest fear in Matou Kariya. Recklessly, he crouched amidst the sea of insects, reaching out to the girl, who had almost lost herself, as hollow as a doll.

"How dare you play those clone tricks in front of me?" Newton scoffed at Zouken Matou's useless caution. "You haven't even split your soul. You've truly fallen."

"Or maybe that lingering, decayed soul can't stand being cut, huh."

"Ugh—" When the nest's door was shattered, Xing Qingfan couldn't help but lay on the ground and retched non-stop after seeing the tragic scene inside. This wasn't a physical reaction, but a disgust that came from the heart.

"Kenneth, I leave this place to you. I don't want to see any traces left." He calmed down the Crest Bugs that had gone into a riot due to the death of their controller. He didn't mind Matou Kariya's loss of composure due to ecstasy. After taking the girl from his arms, he left without looking back. "I don't want to see any traces left."

"Yes." Kenneth replied calmly, "Leave this to me."

"I say, are all you magicians like this?" Xing Qingfeng, who was desperately retching but couldn't spit out anything, pushed himself up and questioned Kenneth, "Are all of you like this, or are they not uncommon?"

"It's just some crooked trick of a country magician, but it really makes me sick."

"You know what I'm asking, right?" Xing Qingqi questioned Kenneth, who was chopping up insects with magic. "I've guessed from your teacher's fragments how inhumane a magician's methods can be, but I never imagined they could be this despicable."

"After all, we just met today, so it's only right to be a little cautious." Xing Qingqiu changed the subject and pointed at Kenneth, "I've been observing you. From beginning to end, you don't seem to have shown any surprise."