Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"—But because of Jehovah's love, our universe will never reach its end; it will only repeat itself before its end."

"This also gives us an opportunity." ORT said slowly, "As long as we insert new events into each reincarnation and gain new possibilities—"

"—Then can we achieve that almost zero but greater than zero possibility," ORT said slowly, his tone soft yet full of power, "and encounter that miracle again in this dark night of despair?"

"...So, picking stars is a miracle at night?" Xing Qingfeng couldn't help but complain. "Can you play it like this?"

"You told us this a long, long time ago," ORT said after a moment of thought. "I'm just repeating it."

"So, that's the end of the story," ORT said casually. "Actually, in most cases, I wouldn't be telling you this. Basically, I just need to sleep well here—"

"—But there's nothing I can do. This time, the first Pre-Realist you've met who can reach the final phase is me." ORT sighed, "I had no choice but to wake up early and wait here."

"Telling you this may seem a bit urging," ORT continued. The air grew colder, and the crystals were like countless stars, twinkling quietly in the deep darkness, far away and unreachable. "Picking the stars is the forgiveness of sins, picking the stars is the miracle of the night—"

Xing Qingyu looked into the distance, gazing at the starry sky behind ORT.

"—Catch it, the star you wish for."

The depths of the Crystal Valley remained icy blue, the surrounding crystals spreading out silently like countless shattered starlight. Whenever Xing Qingjiu stepped into this crystal, the icy blue light gently rippled beneath his feet. The air was filled with coldness and silence. The cracks around him were like vast whirlpools, swallowing up all light. Deep darkness lurked within these cracks.

Xing Qingyu stood there, sighing softly. His voice echoed in the empty space, a hint of helplessness in it. "I don't understand what you're saying to me." He rubbed his temple, trying to focus. "Why do you all like to talk in such a roundabout way?"

ORT, standing nearby, didn't rush to respond. Its gaze shifted from the top of the crystal pillar to Xing Qingjiu, and its voice was calm and slow. "I quite like this statement. After all, I'm the most famous poet in the Oort Cloud." It paused, as if savoring this self-evaluation. "Simply put, you just need to change the world. No matter what method you choose, you can change the world into whatever form—"

“—each is a new possibility.”

"That's a better way to put it," Xing Qingfeng said. "It's nothing more than asking me to flap my wings like a giant moth and create a hurricane."

"This isn't really rushing me, is it?" He thought for a moment and said, "What was I doing at this time before?"

"..." ORT was silent for a long time before continuing, "Based on my observations of other possibilities through the realm record tape, I know that in many possibilities you will... "

Xing Qingjiu sensed its hesitation and casually pulled out a wine jug from the imaginary space. He untied the lid and gently shook it. The aroma of wine wafted through the air, bringing a hint of warmth. He hadn't had such a relaxing moment in a long time.

"Bro, what are you hesitating about?" Xing Qingyu couldn't help but urge.

"You...most of the time, you're still selling something called pancakes at the landing point." ORT responded in a low voice.

"?" Xing Qingwu paused for a moment, his wine jug nearly falling. He stared blankly at ORT, "What did you say? Does that mean I'm selling pancakes everywhere I go?"

ORT didn't look directly at him, instead casting its gaze toward the icy blue light gradually disappearing into the cracks in the distance. "How should I put it? Although you'll all eventually give up that thing called pancakes to change the world," it said slowly, "but on average, you'll sell about the same amount of pancakes at the landing site... In Earth's calendar, that's ten years of selling pancakes—"

"—This is a waste of time and extremely inefficient." ORT's voice remained steady. "The shorter the time it takes you to transform the world and return to Eden, the more efficient our next round of deployment will be. So if this happens, we'll consider providing you with some guidance."

"This is a form of kidnapping."

"Yes, but you also have the right to refuse. After we help you escape from basic survival issues and so on, you can freely choose what you want to do. Among them, there is no shortage of so-called 'living a mediocre life,'" ORT responded calmly. "Such possibilities are not uncommon, but just like the impact we just caused—"

"—The more powerful you are, the greater your potential to influence the world. Just now, we just spoke a few words and cooked a meal, and this planet's ecosystem has nearly collapsed." ORT paused, then continued, "Powerful individuals can influence civilization and ecology with every move they make."

"And the weaker and more ordinary you are, the less likely you are to influence the world," ORT's voice remained calm. "And correspondingly, the shorter your lifespan will be—"

"--However, even if you survive until the very end of the universe's reboot, we will still gladly accept it."

"I thought you would choose to kill me and reopen immediately." Xing Qingwu stretched and said in a low voice, "If we talk about efficiency, isn't this method more efficient-"

"—Filter out the weak and unambitious 'me,' leaving behind the 'me' who wants to change the world and has the ability to do so." Xing Qingqiu paused, raised his chin slightly, and continued, "But considering the anthropic theorem, perhaps you've already done this. It's only because I still have the desire to change the world that I wasn't filtered out, and I'm able to stand here and talk to you."

"No," ORT slowly denied, "It's just a short break during the journey. We are happy to see you change the world, and we are also happy to see you stick to your own little happiness—"

"—If you pick small stars, you will get small happiness. If you pick big stars, you will get big wealth."

"From an emotional perspective, we're happy to see you stop carrying the cycle of our original sin and enjoy your own life and happiness." It paused, as if considering how to express it, "but from a rational perspective—"

"—As long as there is the possibility of choosing to change the world and shouldering responsibility, then our hope will always be a possibility greater than zero."

"And we can afford to wait. We've already waited for a very long time and have become accustomed to this kind of life. It doesn't matter if we wait a little longer." ORT thought for a moment and continued.

“…” Xing Qingwu was silent.

"...Forget it, this has nothing to do with what I want to do." Xing Qingwu sighed and gently stroked the bottle of the wine jug. "It's just a little more motivation--"

He picked up the wine jug and took a sip, feeling the richness of the wine spreading in his mouth.

"—I just hope to make this world a better place, that's all." Xing Qingqiu paused and said, "What universe, what reincarnation? It's too far away for me and doesn't feel real."

"So," he said, lifting the flask to his lips again, "this is bullshit to me."

Xing Qingjiu's gaze remained fixed on the ice-blue crystal world. The wine in the jug shone faintly, as if everything was flowing in silence. He slowly lowered his head and took the wine to his mouth, feeling the gentle warmth gradually spread through his body.

Suddenly, ORT's voice broke the silence, "You...are probably doing something called drinking, right?"

Xing Qingfeng was stunned, looking down at the creature that resembled a giant crystal spider. Its body was still a combination of ice-blue and emerald green crystals. Its eight crystalline legs stretched out quietly, and faint flickering points of light illuminated its complex and unfamiliar appearance. Xing Qingfeng frowned, his eyes wandering to ORT's cephalothorax. Its disc-shaped head was still perfectly smooth, without any discernible mouth, as if it could not even express an expression.

"What? You want to try it too?" Xing Qingwu asked hesitantly, his eyes still lingering on ORT's appearance. "You don't seem to have a mouth either."

"Wait a moment," ORT said after a moment of silence, as if in deep thought. "I want to try it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xing Qingfeng felt the air above him vibrate slightly, and the surrounding icy blue crystals reflected a faint glow. In that moment of shock, a silvery-white tentacle-like branch suddenly extended from the disc on ORT's head and thorax. Its surface was covered in fine cracks, giving it a crystal-like texture, but in that instant, it bent into a strange shape.

The end of the tentacle curled slightly, forming a circular cavity. The cavity appeared smooth as a mirror, with almost no physical flaws. As ORT's tentacle slowly extended, the surrounding ice-blue crystals began to emit a faint glow, and the temperature of the air seemed to change quietly.

Xing Qingjiu gently raised the jug close to the circular depression. The wine slowly poured out, drawing a curved arc along the air, creating a faint sheen in the air. As the wine flowed in, the ends of the tentacles began to emit faint ripples, and the light between the cracks grew brighter, like the tentacles of a jellyfish in the deep sea absorbing nutrients from the outside world.

"Water, ethanol, polysaccharides, alcohols, aldehydes, alcohols, ketones..." ORT's voice sounded again, this time more clearly, "These are the main components of the liquid."

"I don't quite understand..." ORT continued his analysis, a hint of doubt in his voice. "Based on my understanding of the biological structure of your primates on Earth, there are quite a few substances in here that you cannot use and are even harmful." Its tentacles were still absorbing the wine, and the holes at the ends kept flickering, as if transmitting some kind of signal from within.

ORT's voice deepened as it continued, "For sentient beings, I can understand the existence of ritualistic cultures that satisfy their emotions." It seemed to be reasoning, but still with obvious confusion, "But it's rare for people like you to choose to ingest substances that are detrimental to your survival." It paused for a moment, as if wanting to further analyze this behavior.

"Because alcohol can reduce a person's judgment and paralyze their nerves, it allows them to temporarily escape reality." Xing Qingyu paused, "It's like a way to escape pain, or perhaps a form of release."

"Escape..." ORT repeated, seemingly pondering the word. Its tentacles trembled slightly, and the flickering light at their ends grew fainter. "It's common for sentient beings to escape when faced with a problem they can't handle." It paused, a hint of understanding in its voice. "I understand. You're temporarily distancing yourself from unsolvable problems by lowering your cognitive abilities."

"But this substance does not have the same effect on your current physiological structure. Why should you continue to take it?" ORT continued.

"Hmm..." Xing Qingjiu's hand trembled slightly, and the edge of the wine jug gently touched his fingertips. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head and cast his gaze towards the crystal forest in the distance. "Maybe I'm used to it."

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The further exposure of the world view is almost over here. The next step is to wrap up this volume, deal with the research line and the branch line, and consider describing the daily development of "farming" in the next plot.

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Everyone is doing happy things on Christmas Eve, why am I the only one coding until 11 o'clock? Ugh...

Volume 75: Symbiotic Relationships: . The Most Peaceful Intellectual in the Oort Cloud

As the crystal-clear liquor slowly drained, Xing Qingjiu casually set the jug aside, resting his free hand on his knee, his gaze cast towards the distant crystal forest. Under the shroud of night, this otherworldly landscape resembled a mirrored lake reflecting the starry sky. A gentle breeze swept past, bringing a hint of coolness. The ORT's tentacles swayed slightly, and the hollow at the end slowly closed after swallowing the last drop of liquor, returning to its original, mirror-like appearance.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and then the two (?) seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding and chose not to discuss those complex topics such as the grand structure of the universe and the theory of cycles for the time being.

Xing Qingjiu casually retrieved a jug of wine and a small cup from the imaginary space. He lifted the jug again, poured some wine into the cup, and gently tapped the rim of the glass with his fingertips, making a crisp sound. Xing Qingjiu lowered his gaze, as if savoring the unique aroma of the wine, and then said softly, "When it comes to wine, the most fascinating part is actually the different flavors of each type—"

"Sometimes it's dry and slightly spicy; sometimes it's mellow, soft, and layered; and some wines, when you take a sip, feel a warmth on the tip of your tongue, as if you could touch the lingering warmth of dusk." He chuckled, raised his glass and swirled it a few times, the wine swirling in the glass, the faint light reflecting off delicate ripples. "For example, wine, the intertwined aroma of fruit and wood is something that other wines can't bring."

"Wine... a blend of fruit and wood?" ORT's voice emanated from its giant, disc-shaped head, remaining calm and rational. "What you're describing seems to be a sensory impression produced through the interaction between molecules. However, we don't have such senses. Our perception of the world is more direct—"

"—But there are also some similar taste sensations. For example, ingesting different types of plasma can give me similar sensations."

"Plasma?" Xing Qingjiu smiled, his glass swaying gently, as if reflecting the rhythm of his thoughts. "I guess you mean to say that you can use different combinations of plasma substances to create a 'taste', right?"

"Yes," ORT's tentacles trembled slightly, as if signaling a shift in thought. "Based on my understanding of your physiological structure, your senses rely on specific molecular structures and reactions, while we construct our perceptions through the reactions of matter in a plasma state. Different combinations of ions and atoms can form a feedback similar to your sense of taste."

"For example, a combination of helium and neon can create a soft effect, like the roundness of wine you mentioned, while hydrogen and oxygen might create a sharp, spicy sensory experience."

Xing Qingwu listened intently. He put down his glass and suddenly looked at ORT with curiosity. "So, your 'wine' is made up of plasma reactions, and the 'flavor' you're tasting is actually a change in energy state?"

"That's right," the disk on ORT's head flickered slightly, as if responding to Xing Qingjiu's question. "Furthermore, our senses are completely different from yours. Your taste system relies on the interaction between molecules and receptors, but we rely more on electromagnetic waves and energy oscillations." It paused, as if considering how to explain it more directly. "For example, the vibration frequency of hydrogen ions can give us a 'sweet' sensation, while the high-speed movement of xenon ions can produce a 'bitter' sensation."

"I can imagine that the plasma combination you drank gave you some kind of 'highly effective' sensory stimulation?" Xing Qingqi asked curiously, "like an energetic and intense experience, or a gentle and delicate enjoyment?"

"Yes," ORT replied. "Sometimes, we can achieve a specific sensory effect by precisely controlling the ratio of ions. It's like mixing drinks, but we use the basic units of energy and matter."

"I really want to try it," Xing Qingjiu exclaimed, staring down at the liquid in his glass as if pondering his words. "I'm sure a drink made with plasma would have a unique flavor." His eyes flickered towards ORT, a hint of curiosity in them.

"Then I'll buy you a drink when we meet again in the Garden of Eden," ORT replied slowly. "I'm the most famous bartender in the entire Oort Cloud."

Xing Qingjiu chuckled and put down his glass, a playful smile on his face. "Didn't I remember you calling yourself the most famous poet in the Oort Nebula? How did you become a bartender again?"

"I'm also the most renowned scholar in the Oort Cloud, the most renowned artist in the Oort Cloud, the most renowned…" ORT continued, clearly enjoying the joy of introducing himself. A hint of pride lingered in his voice. "Anything you can think of, it's me."

"Stop, stop, stop," Xing Qingjiu interrupted, his eyes filled with confusion. "I have a question. How many poets, bartenders, scholars, and artists are there in the Oort Cloud?"

The ORT disc suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere in the air became subtle due to its silence. Xing Qingqi raised an eyebrow, observing its stillness, as if waiting for an answer.

"..." After a long silence, ORT finally spoke slowly, "One, there is only me, so I am naturally the most famous-"

Xing Qingyu was slightly stunned, with a hint of confusion in his eyes. "What?"

"—Because I devoured all the other sentient beings of my species."

Xing Qingyu's lips parted slightly, and he was stunned for a moment. "Huh?" He hadn't expected this direction at all. "You mean..."

"The Oort Cloud is a rather desolate place," ORT's voice remained calm. "Although it is said to be rich in water ice, methane, ethane, carbon monoxide, and hydrogen cyanide—"

"—But the temperature there isn't actually suitable for the birth of life," ORT continued, as if recounting an ancient story. "It's too cold, too cold..."

"... Liuling Er ⑵ 叄 ⒋ Baba? Master QUN. But even so, our race was still born." ORT continued, "It's just... because the density of the material in the Oort Cloud itself is not as dense as that of ordinary planets, the distance between the nebula composed of comets is so close that two moons can fit in it."

"This also means that although the total amount of matter is abundant, its density is actually very low." ORT sighed, his voice filled with a hint of helplessness. "Thus, before our race developed civilization and intelligence, the first thing we learned was—"

"—Eat whatever they can. If they run out of material on the comet, they'll eat their own kind. If they run out of their own kind, they'll go dormant and drift to the next comet, repeating the process."

"Of course," ORT continued, seemingly unconcerned about what he was saying. "In fact, the Oort Cloud contains a vast number of life forms, and they come in all shapes and sizes. After all, we spend most of our lives floating in hibernation, drifting towards the next comet. We don't communicate much with each other, it's more of a self-sustaining existence."

"I only call them my kind because we were all born in the Oort Cloud," ORT continued, explaining, "We don't have the same unity and mutual support as your species. We are just a scattered group of creatures, each surviving on its own."

"We devoured each other like this until I was the only survivor." ORT's voice was low and steady, as if it was not surprised or blamed for these things. "Until I finally gained self-awareness through understanding the world, or the most basic knowledge—"

"—I discovered that I am the last life in the entire Oort Cloud." ORT said as a matter of course, "Logically, I should be regarded as the agent of the will of the Oort Cloud?"

"But just like the Oort Cloud itself is a nebula made up of a bunch of scattered comets, the will of the Oort Cloud, well..." ORT thought for a moment and described, "...in words you can understand, it has no ability to think at all."

"So I just ran away. Who would want to stay in the Oort Cloud, cold and hungry?"

"So you came to Earth?" Xing Qingyu asked.

"Not really. I went somewhere else first," ORT said after a moment of thought. "It was a very long journey. My tribe doesn't have civilization or language, so I didn't understand these things at first."

"After a long, long time, and after encountering countless races on many planets, I gradually mastered how to communicate with other civilizations, developing a method for communicating without having to spend time understanding their culture." ORT paused and continued, "Then... um... it should be another three thousand years later, your Earth will send out a distress signal."

"......" Xing Qingfeng didn't quite understand. "Seeking help three thousand years later... Then why did you come so early?"

"Because Earth is warm and perfect for sleeping," ORT said, "and they didn't actually call me. I just pretended to be Mercury's friend and came here to replace him so that he could have a place to sleep."

"...Ah?" Xing Qingyu was stunned. "You came here just for this?"

"Of course not," ORT thought for a moment and said, "To put it simply... there is a possibility that your planet will die in three thousand years, and the planetary consciousness in this possibility chooses to call for help—"

"Let you guys come and save it?" Xing Qingyu nodded. "What? It's Ultraman."

"—Let's kill every remaining primate on this planet."

"......?" Xing Qingyu was stunned again, "Why?"

"Because it was your primates' deforestation of this planet that caused its death, and it originally accepted this," ORT explained slowly. "It was willing to die with its creations, but when it was about to die, it discovered that you primates could still survive without it—"

"—It was frightened by this, so it chose to ask for help."

"What a weird reason..." Xing Qingfeng sighed, "Will you do this then?"

"Yes. In fact, regardless of whether this possibility will happen or not, I will do this in three thousand years," ORT said, "Because my coming here is a response to this call for help. If I don't fulfill it, then I shouldn't be here—"

"—I will come here. This past itself is the history I have chosen, and corresponding to this is that I will carry out the extinction of primates three thousand years later."

“…” Xing Qingwu was silent.

"Are you going to kill me?" ORT seemed to have sensed something. "You can't do it—"

"—I admit, even if I resist with all my might, you'll still be the sentient being who survives," ORT said, "because my core is right in front of you, and I can't find yours."

"You will eventually exhaust all the organs I can evolve, all my understanding of the universe, and all the knowledge and power I can utilize. But I can't kill you before then." ORT continued, "If you want to kill me, then I will die eventually. After all, I'm not good at protracted battles—"

"—But I won't actually resist," ORT continued. "This is out of respect for you. We are a historical bubble without any reality. Dying in this possibility doesn't matter. If you feel it's necessary to kill me, then I am willing to be killed by you."

"But inevitably, this planet's ecosystem will be completely destroyed," ORT said. "Of course, if they spend more time, they can kill me without affecting the surrounding environment—"

"—slowly grinding away my outer shell, bit by bit, moving towards my heart. If you pluck it out and destroy it, I will stop functioning. But do you really want to do that?"

"..." Xing Qing sighed, "If there is a need, I will do it."

"Is it necessary?" ORT asked. "What is necessary?"

"Three thousand years later, do you have to exterminate primates?" Xing Qingyu asked.

"Well... considering the development of your civilization, if there's no possibility of reaching Earth for help in the future..." ORT thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be said that I exterminated you. Rather, I should have found a time to leave here before I arrived three thousand years ago—"