Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Ultimately, the experience gained from this concentrated hands-on practice is experience.

Even if there are slight deviations in the same experience due to different cultures and environments, as long as they are intellectual beings, and they naturally yearn for "order", there will definitely be the possibility of reaching empathy through common experiences.

——Such as the understanding of music.

This experience may have different symbols in different cultural circles, but it can definitely transcend the barriers of rationality and reach emotional empathy.

At this point, there's no need for a divine language. In this post-Babel universe, sentient beings no longer need to invoke the so-called power of gods or use a divine language to communicate. By simply building a common understanding based on reason, sentient beings can reach sensibility and achieve mutual empathy. By relying on mathematics (rationality) and music (sensibility), a Rosetta of sorts can be built for all sentient beings.

ORT's emotional fluctuations continued to linger in the air. Although it didn't continue to convey information through language, the series of emotions it conveyed affected Xing Qingjiu's senses in a more direct way. Although there were no words to express it, every emotional fluctuation was like a brand imprinted on his consciousness.

Surprise, horror, sudden enlightenment, a sense of familiarity, disappointment, and finally the emotions calmed down, and then there was an expression of gratitude.

At the same time, a string of new information was sent to Xing Qingjiu, but compared to the previous vagueness, this communication was much clearer.

"...I remember you weren't...the ones I'd seen before were all carbon-based creatures..." The message's voice carried a hint of inexplicable doubt. The intermittent words seemed to come from a distant depth, fluctuating with complex emotions. "Is the possibility this time so...unexpected?"

"I thought we'd met..." The message stopped abruptly, and there was a moment of silence. "Forget it, anyway, we met again—"

"—On behalf of the fleeting shreds of history from the distant past, I express my gratitude to you outsiders for bestowing upon us the dignity known as reality."

“……?” Xing Qingyu was stunned. He always felt that this sentence was familiar.

That’s right, when Bao Shi Weng communicated with him before, he also called himself the bubble of history.

But the difference is that the old man's claim is completely unrealistic compared to the present, while the ORT in front of him is saying...

...endowed them with the dignity called reality?

No, there is something even more confusing.

"What do you mean... we meet again?" Xing Qingyu couldn't help but say it out loud, but he immediately realized that this way of communication might not be understood by the other party at all.

"Hmm...how should I explain it..." Xing Qingyu had just finished speaking when ORT's words instantly popped up in his mind. "To be precise, I should be expressing my gratitude to you—"

"—Although from an individual perspective, each time you attempt to reclaim our reality from the love of that person, you are different in your own eyes," ORT said slowly, "but in our eyes, you should be considered the same individual."

"Before you came here, you had already repeated this countless times," ORT sighed, "and among that vast sea of possibilities, arriving here to communicate with me is not uncommon."

"It's just that in the past, you all acted as carbon-based organisms. No, to be more precise, as Earth primates," ORT paused before continuing. "Ah, I really didn't expect it to turn out like this this time. It's really... a bit of a waste of joy."

"I wouldn't have tried so much," ORT said after a moment's hesitation. "I just woke up and didn't control my strength well. I only realized it was you after we had a preliminary exchange of information after breakfast. But the soup is delicious, thank you."

"But it's normal to feel groggy after waking up. After all, Earth's environment is truly amazing. Besides being too fragile, it has absolutely no flaws. There's abundant liquid water, a stable temperature, and fairly stable stellar thermal radiation," ORT continued chattering. "In Earth's terms, this place is pure paradise—"

"—So it's normal to feel groggy and a little sluggish after waking up."

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Thus, the foreshadowing at the beginning of the volume is recovered, and the explanation of magic at the beginning of this volume and the related linguistics in the subsequent culture are finally merged here.

Maybe the previous description is a bit long-winded, but if I don't write it here, I may not have the opportunity to describe this situation in detail. Judging from FGO's intention, I guess Mushroom will not write about aliens in depth, and if he does, it will only be to the extent of touching the system.

How should I put it? I hope it's quite romantic.

As for the mathematical and musical symbols added to the rational and emotional aspects, they are actually two contents of the Golden Disc on Voyager. I hope they can convey this to everyone.

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Volume 71: Symbiosis: . Jehovah

The morning light slowly fell, and the ruins of Crystal Valley seemed especially dazzling in the twilight. The air was thick with the smell of burning, and occasionally a faint blue-green fluorescence escaped from the shattered crystals, as if some life on the verge of extinction was making its last struggle. The surface was littered with glassy fragments, formed by the intense heat. These fragments scattered in cracks and pits everywhere, reflecting the glaring morning light, but lacking the vitality of the past.

Countless crisscrossing cracks appeared on the ground, some so deep they seemed to reach the Earth's core. The edges of the cracks were covered with charred black soil and melted, cooled crystals, traces of the intense heat and shock waves that once washed over them. In some places, the rock formations still shook unsteadily, and occasionally, a dull sound of collapse could be heard, shaking off small pieces of stone and dust, adding a sense of dynamic danger to the ruins.

Xing Qingfeng stood on a relatively intact rock, looking down at the shimmering crystal fragments beneath his feet, a complex expression. The wind behind him carried dust and mineral particles, tearing at the hem of his clothes.

"I don't quite understand..." His voice sounded weak in his mind, as if the ruins had swallowed up the power of language. "Someone mentioned the so-called bubble of history to me before, but..."

"You guys came up with this concept," ORT's voice appeared directly in his mind, still in that emotionless yet unignorable tone. "Ah, to be precise, it wasn't you outsiders who came up with it—"

"—but rather, that existence, who, like us, was once a fleeting fragment of history. As the chosen one, he was supposed to carry out that person's will and further perfect that person's work."

"This one?" Xing Qingwu repeated subconsciously, frowning slightly, "You mean...?"

"Ah, you still don't understand what I'm saying, do you?" ORT's voice seemed to have a subtle sigh, and then it paused. "You don't mind if I completely digest your kind, do you?"

"……What's the meaning?"

"I need some time to evolve the organs necessary to understand your language and symbolic system." ORT's tone remained calm, but in Xing Qingqi's mind, this calmness was tinged with a disturbing certainty. "Your kind have been here before, but they were all destroyed by the enzymes secreted by their environmental modification organs—"

"—but I need to digest them thoroughly to gain an understanding of your culture."

"You mean... you mean the magicians who came into your area of influence and turned into crystals?"

"Yes," ORT said without disguising it, "and it will take some time to process this, but before that, perhaps we should deal with the impact of what just happened-"

"—Earth's ecology is far too fragile. Even speaking a little louder or cooking with a little more fire could destroy these tiny civilizations." ORT paused slightly. "The grass withers, the flowers fade."

Xing Qingqi's brows furrowed, a flicker of surprise flashing across his eyes. "You...this is..." He suddenly realized that what ORT had just said in his mind was no longer the result of translation through the idiomatic language system, but was directly spoken in Ancient Greek. "Are you able to use Earth's language so quickly?"

“It’s a tome related to that person,” ORT responded, “so I just used it.

As ORT's icy voice fell, Xing Qingjiu's vision suddenly became unstable. The entire world seemed to be controlled by some invisible force, and began to undergo incredible changes. This change was not a metaphor, not an exaggeration, or some other literary embellishment, but a literal flicker.

——One world alternates madly with another in a short moment, as if the boundary between the past and the present is being forcibly torn apart.

At first, Xing Qingjiu felt only a faint dizziness, his surroundings blurring. The sky suddenly dimmed, then suddenly returned, but this rhythm of light and dark seemed illogical. He looked up and saw that the once azure daylight sky had suddenly been invaded by a completely different scene. It was a brilliant night sky, with a swarm of stars gradually emerging and intertwining with the daylight clouds. The stars and the sunlight alternated, each vying for dominance.

Xing Qingfeng lowered his head and noticed the ground beneath his feet undergoing the same transformation. The charred ruins sometimes became clear, sometimes blurred. Accompanied by a piercing hum, the image of Crystal Valley, pristine only days before, gradually emerged. Icy blue crystal pillars rose from the ground, and the interwoven "spider web" between the cracks began to reappear, each crack emitting a brilliant light.

The scene up close was particularly striking. The cracks in the scorched earth gradually gave way to a blue-green glow, and the crumbling ground became smooth again. The scent of the air shifted accordingly, alternating between the scorching smoke of gunpowder and the cold, damp air that filled the nostrils, leaving one in a trance. Whenever the ruins took hold, the ground lay in ruins, a scene of shattered wreckage and destruction everywhere. But when the image of Crystal Valley briefly appeared, the view before us was a dreamlike, crystalline pristine land, as if the world had never experienced any trauma.

Xing Qingqi raised his head and gazed further into the distance, noticing that the flickering area was rapidly expanding. The complex structure between the sheer cliffs and deep crevices was beginning to recover. The cliffs initially ripped apart by the explosion seemed to have been reversed in time during the flickering moment, as pieces of broken rock flew back into place and reconnected with the intact cliffs. The light deep within the crevices was also resurrecting, each ray weaving like a spider's thread into a magnificent network, tightly enveloping the deep black holes and recreating the splendor of Crystal Creek Valley from just a few days ago.

Gazing further into the distance, the alternation of ruins and crystals became even more grand and dramatic. The crystallized Amazon forest vied with the scorched earth for dominance on the horizon. When the ruins appeared, the distant landscape was a deadly wasteland, emitting a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere. And when the crystal valley briefly gained the upper hand, the wasteland transformed into a shimmering, crystal-clear forest. A blue-green glow emanated from each "branch," icy yet vibrant, as if the entire earth were blanketed in a layer of pure starlight.

The flickering gradually slowed, but the alternation of light and shadow became even more unbearable. Xing Qingfeng saw that the scorched earth of the ruins and the icy blue glow of the Crystal Valley had begun to overlap. In his eyes, the two worlds were no longer simply alternating, but rather superimposed in some strange way.

—Scorched rocks coexisted with smooth crystals, blackened wasteland intertwined with glittering branches. The two completely different scenes visually overlapped completely, the blurred boundary like an irreconcilable conflict, leaving him with an indescribable sense of oppression.

At the center of all this chaos, ORT's massive silver-white disc remained absolutely stable. It hovered before Xing Qingjiu, its surface reflecting everything around it like a mirror. However, these reflections weren't real scenes, but rather expressions of a deeper nature. The dark patterns on the disc flickered faintly, each flicker causing the surrounding flickering rhythm to gradually slow. When this regularity reached its peak, the alternation between the ruins and the Crystal Valley finally ceased, replaced by the complete reappearance of the Crystal Valley.

Xing Qingfeng froze in place, watching the earth beneath his feet undergo a drastic transformation. The once charred, shattered ground, as dead and silent as burnt-out ash, was now completely smoothed. The deep cracks ceased to extend, and the scorched surface gradually peeled away, like a heavy black veil being slowly peeled away, revealing the icy blue-green crystals beneath. In the sunlight, the crystals reflected a cool, mirror-like glow, evoking a sense of the tranquility of a frozen time and space.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes reflecting the surrounding scene—the previously crumbling and shattered cliffs now stood erect, restored to pristine condition as if time had flown backwards. The cliff's edges were sharp as knives, each line seemingly meticulously carved, while the crisscrossing cracks glowed with a faint light. The "spider web" structure between the cracks reappeared, as if countless icy blue threads stretched from the void, interweaving into a complex and graceful web. These "spider webs" seemed to carry a certain breath of life, gently undulating as if responding to the surrounding energy field.

The abyssal black hole was now enveloped by the radiance. The deep shadows vanished, replaced by countless icy blue beams gushing out from the cracks, like an aurora rising from the abyss, dispelling all the gloom. For a moment, Xing Qingfeng couldn't tell whether this was a real scene or some kind of illusion.

He cast his gaze into the distance, and the outlines of the crystallized forest and plain gradually became clear. The crystallized trees now stood quietly on the horizon, each branch and leaf gleaming with a blue-green sheen. Sunlight streamed down upon these crystals, and light and shadow flowed across their surfaces.

The trees, scattered across the landscape, resembled motionless stars, frozen in the dim light of dawn. Beyond, what was once a chaotic wasteland was now covered in a layer of fine blue crystals, like a gently undulating surface of water. The entire world was frozen in a moment of incomparable purity.

"This..." Xing Qingyu tried to speak, his voice low and dry, but the words stopped abruptly. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and all the shock and confusion surged in his chest, but he couldn't turn it into concrete words.

He took a deep breath, the cool air rushing through his nostrils and into his lungs, bringing with it an unfamiliar, icy sensation. His gaze strayed forward, and he suddenly realized—the ORT had lost its previous silver-white disc form and had reverted to its spider-like form.

ORT crouched silently on the ground, seemingly merging with the crystalline world around it, now revitalized by a new order. Its eight crystalline legs gracefully gathered into a symmetrical pose, their ends dangling slightly in the air, as if ready to touch the ground yet deliberately maintaining a certain distance. The crystal joints on its legs reflected subtle halos of light in the morning light, and beneath its cold, hard exterior, a strangely flexible quality emerged. Yet, at this moment, ORT simply crouched silently, motionless, like some transcendent sculpture, completely unfazed by the changes around it.

The surroundings were filled with a breathtaking silence. The crystallized ground shimmered a blue-green hue in the light, and fine grains were faintly visible beneath my feet. The "spiderweb" structure on the cliff still radiated a cold glow, like a tapestry of light covering the entire space, extending softly yet intensely beyond the horizon. In the distance, the crystallized forest appeared serene and majestic in the sunlight, each tree like a meticulously crafted work of art.

Xing Qingyu stood there in silence for a long time before finally speaking: "...How did you do it?"

"It simply overwrote the world's memory," the vibrations of the air faithfully conveyed ORT's voice to Xing Qingjiu's cochlea. "I retrieved a snapshot of my memory of this planet from a few days ago, and then, in this present moment, swapped it with a snapshot from the future."

Xing Qingyu took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts: "This..."

ORT didn't wait for him to continue. His voice gradually took on a certain tone and intonation, as if imitating the way humans talk. "This is also the privilege of us, the bubbles of history. No, in the final analysis, it is all your credit. After all, for us, the past, present, and future are all a collection of snapshots that have been played out -"

"—That person arranged the already-recorded snapshots into an absolutely unshakable order. While ensuring that we wouldn't actually perish, he also completely deprived us of our reality. We are now mere echoes of real individuals who once existed."

Xing Qingqiu took a step back, looking up at ORT's massive form. "You mean the past and the future are equivalent, right?" he asked slowly. "Not in terms of prediction, but... in a more realistic sense?"

"Prediction itself is information. How can there be any distinction between high and low information?" ORT replied casually. "Besides, the universe and its extensions themselves do not possess the ability to predict. Prediction is the privilege of civilization—"

“—Prediction itself is a modification of the sequence of events.”

This sentence caused Xing Qingqiu to fall into a brief silence. He looked down at the crystal ground beneath his feet, thought for a moment, and then spoke again: "So, in other words, my arrival disrupted this unshakable event, allowing you to carry out this operation, correct?"

ORT nodded slightly, his voice becoming more cheerful: "Yes, that's right. But more importantly, your existence has allowed us to briefly regain some real dignity. As for this operation itself, it is not important-"

"—Because being able to perform such an operation means that the sequence of events still exists, and that we can make the same choice as you in our current position, it means that we have not yet achieved the true reality that was once like the distant past."

"What do you mean?" Xing Qingwu had finally caught a guy who knew everything and told him everything, so naturally he had to ask as much as possible.

"You outsiders are in a special position. All events are in the past for you, so it is legitimate to be able to make historical choices—"

"—But if we do the same thing, it means that all the events will still be in the past for us."

These words made Xing Qingqi frown even tighter, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes: "Wait, if what you said is true, then..."

"Because you outsiders haven't found that final possibility yet." ORT's voice became indifferent. "The reason you came here is to seek possibilities—"

"—Because only you outsiders can introduce new variables into the sequence of events in this universe."

"You choose to trust us, trust in intellect, trust in civilization. Therefore, you give up a part of yourself to avoid self-reference, thus constantly introducing temporary variables into civilization."

"Time and again, through deduction and reincarnation, you still haven't found that final miracle." ORT said, "When you finally find that miracle and completely free us from that person's love—"

“—We finally have dignity.”

"Who is that?" Xing Qingyu grasped the key words and asked without hesitation, "Can you explain it a little?"

"In your culture, that person is called Jehovah."

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OK, so far we have further understood the world view and also explained the position of the protagonist.

In fact, if it were set in the studio, the protagonist would be nothing more than a so-called farmer, introducing variables into civilization and trying to reap possibilities, but the protagonist must do it himself.

I hope this makes sense. As for the last Jehovah, it is the setting of the universe as the Lord's love in the Type-Moon setting.

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Volume 72: Symbiotic Relationships: . The Sin of Retrieving the Stars

A chilling atmosphere still permeated the Crystal Valley. The surrounding blue-green crystals shimmered softly in the dim light, like countless stars embedded in this silent landscape. In the distance, the outline of the Crystalline Forest loomed, gently shrouded by the morning mist. Occasional flickers of blue light whispered through the branches and leaves. The ground beneath my feet was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the blue and orange sky. The scene was like a still painting, tranquil and beautiful. The air was crisp and cool, and every breath was refreshing, as if I were being immersed in this pure land.

In this profound silence, ORT remained motionless, like a statue. Its massive body trembled slightly, and its eight crystal-clear legs slowly unfolded with graceful precision, as if each movement was carefully considered. Subtle shimmers flickered from the joints of its legs, like the shimmer of melting ice and snow. The tips of its legs gently scraped across the ground, the shimmering light emanating from them almost silently, with a barely perceptible sense of movement.

"Ah, it's almost digested." ORT's voice suddenly rang out in the silence, its tone clear and calm. Its tone remained calm and peaceful.

Xing Qingyu was still standing not far away, watching it silently without saying much.

As the sound echoed, ORT gently adjusted its stance, its eight legs circling the air, realigning into a symmetrical position. Then, it lowered its head slightly, and the blue-green crystal on its abdomen began to emit a soft glow, as if some unknown energy was slowly flowing within it. The faint light twinkled like stars in the deep night sky, bringing a sense of tranquility that was beyond the reach of time.

"Then... let's tell a story." ORT's voice suddenly softened, as if to break the silence. Its tone was relaxed and casual, as if this was a perfectly natural occurrence. It wasn't in a rush to begin, merely offering a gentle invitation. Its body leaned slightly toward Xing Qingjiu, its graceful movement conveying no threat, but rather a sense of intimacy and ease.

"That's a story from a long, long time ago. It's... the story of our lives when we were still real."

ORT's voice was still gentle, bearing the marks of time, as if it were recounting an ancient tale, weathered by the vicissitudes of time. Its head tilted slightly, its gaze gazing towards the distant crystalline forest, as if recalling a distant moment. It continued, "Our universe is a sick universe, a universe born with a disability." There was a hint of resigned silence in its voice. "This is what the One called Jehovah told us—"

Xing Qingwu listened to its narration, a sense of doubt rising in his heart, but he didn't interrupt it, just waited quietly. ORT's voice was calm, as if he had long since shed any prejudice against this history and was simply recounting everything objectively.

"He said that even if a normal universe eventually perishes, it does not limit the number of possible events. In a short life, there should be almost infinite possibilities." ORT continued, his voice filled with deep thought, as if exploring an eternal question.

Xing Qingyu couldn't help but ask, "Just close to?" There was doubt in his words, but he was not in a hurry to get an answer.

"The amount of matter in the universe is constant, and the lifespan of the universe is finite. When finite things are added together, no matter what calculations are performed, the result will always be finite. How can true infinity exist?" ORT's head gently turned towards him, its voice still calm and rational. "However, if there is a possibility of controlling the lifespan of the universe and constantly obtaining new phenomena, even if this possibility is extremely small—"

"—As long as such a possibility arises, then the number of phenomena in this universe at this moment can even transcend all finite boundaries and reach an immeasurable infinity."

"But our universe is different." ORT's voice sounded again, low and quiet, like a heavy stone gently rolling on the water, causing ripples. "The number of phenomena in our universe is inherently limited in total quantity. This isn't a mathematical limit fixed by the total amount of matter in the universe, but rather a value far less than it."

Its voice was slow and clear. It didn't rush to continue, but gently lifted its eight legs from the ground and tucked them slightly into a more balanced position, as if contemplating its next words. Its entire body glowed faintly, its blue-green dots resembling tiny stars in the sky.

"If we don't unify the management and coordination of the number of phenomena in the entire universe, then our universe will not even reach its final destruction." ORT continued, without any urgency or panic in his voice, as if it had long been accustomed to the end of all this, and could even accept its existence to some extent.

"Do you know what will happen then?" it suddenly asked, its tone revealing a rare hint of lightness and amusement. "Exhaust the number of phenomena before the universe collapses."

Xing Qingqiu was silent for a moment, thinking for a moment, and then slowly said: "...there will be no new possibilities. Will the entire universe remain stagnant at this moment forever?"

"That's right. In fact, when the event number is only one, the entire universe will come to a complete standstill." ORT's tone became softer, as if explaining a simple truth. "The original destruction cannot come, because the event number is only one. Entropy will drop to zero at this moment, and the destruction of the universe belongs to another event number—"

There was no trace of emotion in its words; it had long since accepted everything, no longer feeling the slightest shock. The ORT's massive head and chest slowly shifted, as if contemplating a deeper concept. As it spoke, the blue-green crystal emanated a tranquil glow that grew ever deeper.

"—We will remain stuck in this moment forever. Nothing will happen beyond our predictions. The past in our memories is correct and unchanging. There will be no surprises. The absolutely monotonous eternal return is our fate."

Xing Qingqiu's eyes were deep, as if he too could sense some invisible weight in this tranquil crystal valley. He lowered his head, gazing at the smooth mirrored surface on the ground, as if that mirror reflected the flow and stagnation of time.

"We originally accepted this outcome." ORT's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of indescribable emotion. "We were born into this inherently flawed universe. We accept our own fate—"

It paused, lowering its head, as if recalling something from the distant past. In that instant, ORT's presence seemed to vanish from its surroundings, blending into the silence of the crystal valley.

"—but the love of Him who saved us, who moved the final order of events."

"The number of events has returned to zero." ORT said softly, his tone suddenly becoming gentle, as if he was describing a moment that was extremely important but transcended time.