Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"——I don't want to be suddenly pressed to death in my nest one day while I'm sleeping."

"It's nothing more than making a fuss to show I tried my best and then leaving," ORT said. "Unless I got the time wrong and came earlier, so I ended up sleeping here when I was still quite weak. Although I don't understand your Earth calendar, it shouldn't be like this anyway..."

“…” ORT was silent.

"What's wrong?" Xing Qingwu asked when he saw ORT suddenly fell silent.

"...No, it's nothing," ORT said. "Nothing. You probably won't see anything as embarrassing as this. Anyway, I just came here to sleep and spend my days. I don't have any thoughts on invasion or anything like that—"

"—After all, I am the most peace-loving sentient being in the Oort Cloud."

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Is this a patch on the level of combat power and the reasoning behind it (Mr. Spider, as written in the Mushroom setting collection, has no interest in aggression)? Or something like that. If the ORT had arrived earlier, arriving and dormant while still a newly formed ORT, then it would still be that aggressive lifeform that only knew how to devour everything.

But if it leaves the Oort Cloud and begins contacting foreign civilizations, then during this period it will develop into the so-called Mr. Spider who has no interest in aggression.

Similarly, because they arrived earlier, the ORT of the Lostbelt is weaker than the ORT of pan-human history. This reason should be reasonable.

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Volume 76: Symbiotic Relationship: . Goodbye, Friend

Night gradually faded deep within Crystal Valley, a faint light trickling down from the horizon, outlining the pale dawn. Though the sun hadn't yet fully risen, the sky was no longer pitch black, but now shimmered with a faint glow. A cool, refreshing air hung in the air, and the icy blue crystals shimmered in the lingering warmth of the night. Each crystal seemed inlaid with countless tiny stars, reflecting the morning light.

Xing Qingfeng and ORT stood at the deepest point of Crystal Valley, surrounded by an intricate web of cracks and crystal pillars. In the distance, an icy-blue crystalline plain blanketed the view, intertwining with the contours of the mountain range. The vibrations of the air and the low-pitched hum of the cracks echoed throughout the deep valley.

Xing Qingyu couldn't help but turn to look at ORT. Its disc-shaped head still hovered quietly in the air, a faint light flickering from its deep dark patterns. Xing Qingyu's gaze fell on it, and a question suddenly emerged in his mind.

"So, this crystal valley is the nest you built for yourself?" Xing Qingfu suddenly asked.

"It's actually a safety device," ORT paused and continued, "because I can't be completely defenseless when I sleep. If some unexpected situation triggers an instinctive reaction and prematurely destroys the Earth's ecosystem, that would be too unreasonable."

"So I released an enzyme that broke down and digested most of the surface matter into its current form," ORT continued, explaining, "It's like a nest built with rations."

Xing Qingyu frowned slightly as he listened to ORT's explanation, seeming a little confused.

"This 'enzyme' you mentioned...it's not an ordinary enzyme, right?" Xing Qingyu asked with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Well, strictly speaking, it's not an enzyme in the traditional sense," ORT said with a hint of pride. "This substance combines nanoscale structure with energy regulation. It acts more like a catalyst, capable of catalyzing and reorganizing the molecular structure of substances under specific conditions. Its efficiency far exceeds any catalyst you know."

"So it can transform the material on the surface into the form you want?" Xing Qingyu continued to ask.

"To be precise, it doesn't directly 'digest' matter. Instead, it transforms its composition and structure through a sophisticated molecular reorganization. This transformation process is initiated at a specific energy frequency and can only function in an environment designed by me," ORT explained, his voice a touch of calm. "It's similar to what you understand as an enzyme, but more complex and capable of independent regulation."

"But it seems to expand endlessly," Xing Qingfeng looked down at the crystals that looked like sharp ice blades and said, "Did you design this too?"

"Hmm, that's impossible?" ORT seemed a little puzzled. "When I descended, I detected the frequency of your planet's breath and the average concentration of ordinary magic power." It paused, then continued, "Based on this data, I adjusted the operating environment limits of the enzyme. It's impossible for it to work outside the range I defined—"

"—unless your planet's environment has undergone drastic changes in such a short period of time."

Xing Qingfu frowned. He didn't answer immediately, but glanced at the surrounding environment.

"Uh... then what did you do?" he inquired.

"Sleep," ORT replied matter-of-factly. "The nest is built, the bed is made, so why not sleep?"

"Well...it can be said that you arrived here two thousand years ago, right?" Xing Qingyu couldn't help laughing and asked again.

"Well, I'm not sure about your Earth's calendar," ORT's voice was filled with a hint of thought, "but it probably did descend during this time. I remember... when it descended, an intelligent being loved by Jehovah was also active—" It paused, as if recalling that history. "But that's none of my business. I'm just here to sleep."

Another fragment of the Age of Gods, Xing Qingfeng thought silently. Although it was only a trivial example, he still couldn't ignore it.

Although this is just an additional example, the global decline of magic power did begin at the beginning of the Christian era... If ORT's statement is true, then the power to perform mysteries and miracles was granted by Jehovah—

——So what does the birth of Jesus mean at the beginning of the Christian era?

The birth of Jesus coincided with the retreat of the Age of Gods and the dissipation of the True Aether. According to traditional religious beliefs, Jesus was the "Son of God," Jehovah's representative on Earth. So, was this a revocation of His privileges? Yet, the mystery remained, and Age of Gods magic hadn't completely lost its function; its output had simply been significantly reduced.

There is too little information to make further speculations.

"You..." Xing Qing thought for a moment and was about to continue asking - "Wu Leng?"

"—That Son of God, and even more so, about your Earth's sentient beings, that's all I know." ORT's tone was also filled with confusion. "It's strange. There are many sequences of events on your Earth that I can't observe. Perhaps this is due to the favoritism of Jehovah towards you?"

"Every time you ask me about the so-called AD, you ask me the same question," ORT said, "but every time I can't come up with an answer."

"Tsk..." Xing Qingyu scratched his head in annoyance. "Forget it, let's not think about this for now."

ORT glanced at the gradually whitening sky and suddenly asked Xing Qing:

"Anything else you need to ask?"

"How did you synthesize the enzyme I just mentioned?" Xing Qingyu paused for a moment, then looked up at ORT. "I'll need this for what I'm going to do next."

"Hmm... your civilization's bioengineering capabilities can't directly synthesize the enzymes I use," ORT said after a moment's thought. "Neither can your chemical engineering capabilities—"

Xing Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and his brow furrowed slightly. He realized that ORT's words implied that Earth couldn't currently mass-produce this so-called "enzyme," and that ORT's technological achievements would be impossible to replicate in the short term. However, he quickly focused on ORT's subsequent words, anticipating further answers.

"—But I can give you some samples of synthetic organ tissue," ORT continued. "Through genetic engineering, you can extract and study this enzyme in the laboratory. Although you won't be able to mass-produce it, at least you can make a scientific breakthrough."

Xing Qingjiu's eyes lit up instantly. Though a little disappointed, he realized the sample provided by ORT represented a unique opportunity. He nodded gently. "Okay, Bro, I've been waiting for you to say that!" He grabbed the flask and took another swig, as if the words had instantly dispelled his doubts. "You truly are the kindest and most generous being in the Oort Cloud."

"The samples will have certain limitations," ORT added considerately. "While you can use them for research, you won't be able to quickly develop widely applicable technology—"

"--But what do you plan to do with this enzyme?" ORT suddenly asked again, a hint of curiosity in his voice, dark patterns flickering on his chest and abdomen.

"There are algae and insects on the periphery that can produce magic power," Xing Qingfeng pondered for a moment before answering, "but their reproduction seems to rely on the rations in your nest. I plan to use them as raw materials to create organs that can replace the magic circuit."

The shape of ORT gradually emerged in the faint morning light. Its crystal-clear blue-green body still emitted a cold glow. It tilted its head slightly, obviously full of interest in this concept.

"Magic circuit? What is that?" ORT continued to ask with confusion in his voice.

Xing Qingqiu adjusted his sitting position and briefly explained, "Simply put, it's... the organ humans use to manipulate magic power. However, due to innate differences..."

"...I understand." ORT's dark patterns flickered more intensely, and he finally nodded. "Because of the instability of genetic traits, the variance in the level of magic power utilization is too large, is that right?"

"That's right." Xing Qingyu nodded slightly, "I just want to raise the lower limit a little bit, at least so that everyone can use the most basic mysterious-"

"—Only by ensuring this can we further integrate mystery into production relations." Xing Qingfeng pondered for a moment and added, "Then I can more quickly advance my vision of space colonization."

ORT listened quietly. After a moment's silence, it spoke again, "I see." Its tone was somewhat amazed. "But creatures that must rely on the rations in my nest to reproduce... can your ecosystem achieve such rapid evolution in such a short period of time?"

"Would you like me to see a sample?" Xing Qingfeng asked. "But I'm worried about leaving living things in this imaginary space. I might have to go back and get it."

The ORT's dark pattern flickered several times, as if carefully analyzing all the information it received.

"No need," it said suddenly, its tone becoming more relaxed. "I think I understand... It turns out the environment has really changed drastically. It must be a neighbor who was also an outsider before. He found that my nest was at risk of getting out of control, so he helped me build a fence--"

"—Wow, what a kindhearted group you are!" ORT sighed. "Although you can't mass-produce my enzymes, you can let your fellow tribesmen directly eat the food in my nest and use it to cultivate those algae."

"As long as we create a high-magic environment, those enzymes will quickly become inactivated," ORT explained. "Given your civilization's current state of development, while this might be difficult, it's still possible, right?"

"It should be possible... Wait," Xing Qingyu caught the key words in ORT's speech and asked, "You mean... are there other outsiders?"

ORT's voice was calm and unwavering, as if discussing something insignificant. "A lot," it said matter-of-factly. "Perhaps it's because this is the birthplace of a civilization favored by Jehovah? It seems quite popular here."

"..." Xing Qing was silent for a while, then cursed -

"—Fuck, is Earth some kind of space-class resort?!"

ORT was clearly unaffected by Xing Qingfeng's emotions. It responded calmly, "There shouldn't be anything else, right?"

"Can you tell me who the outsiders are?" Xing Qingyu was stunned by this and then asked.

"It's a bit difficult." ORT's voice was still slow and steady. "When I arrived here, they seemed to have already become so-called localized—"

"—This is also why I refuse to understand culture. After you leave, I intend to degenerate the organs of cultural understanding." It paused, as if contemplating something, before continuing, "I can only conclude from the scans of this planet during the initial stages of its arrival that there are traces left, but I can't be certain."

Xing Qingyu sighed after hearing this, his doubts growing even deeper, but he didn't press the issue further, lowering his head slightly. "Okay," he said softly, "that's all."

There was still a chill in the air, and the silence of Crystal Valley seemed particularly profound at this moment.

Just then, ORT suddenly said, "Well, I'm going to sleep."

Xing Qingyu turned his head and stared at ORT. It gently stretched its large, complex body, its movements neither hurried nor slow, as if preparing for some ritual. Every movement was fluid and graceful.

First, ORT's eight crystal-like legs stretched out from both sides of its body. The end of each leg shone with a crystal-like luster, slowly and precisely protruding from the ice-blue ground, and every joint of the leg was precisely adjusting the angle.

Then, ORT's cephalothorax—that massive, flat, disc-shaped structure—began to slowly sink. As it neared the floor of Crystal Valley, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier, and the light on the crystal pillars swayed slightly as it moved, as if responding to the movements of this outsider.

"Hmm..." ORT's voice rang out softly, and its disc slowly dropped into a conical cave that had been excavated nearby. This cave was located in the core of Crystal Valley, and its walls were surrounded by natural crystal structures, solid and smooth.

Its crystalline legs gradually sank into the ground, leaving only its flat, disc-shaped head and thorax protruding from the cave. ORT now looked like a massive, motionless crystalline creature, perfectly blending into the surroundings of Crystal Valley. The metallic disc reflected a faint light, emanating a cold, transcendent beauty.

"Goodbye, my friend." ORT's voice drifted into the empty cavern, deep and distant, carrying a hint of farewell. After it spoke, its lowered head and chest trembled slightly, as if bidding farewell to Xing Qingjiu's back. The echo within the cave trembled softly off the crystal walls, dissolving into the blue sea of ​​ice. "May your journey ahead be as you wish, and may you find your own happiness this time."

When Xing Qingyu heard this farewell, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Well, goodbye, my friend." He turned and walked away. His footsteps echoed in the empty valley, gradually blending into the surrounding silence. As his figure gradually faded, Crystal Valley returned to its original tranquility.

However, ORT didn't immediately bury its head and chest completely within the cave. It remained motionless, its disc-shaped head tilted slightly, as if waiting for something. The air around it shifted slightly, and the light reflected from the crystal pillars twinkled like tiny stars in the darkness. The dark patterns on ORT's body continued to slowly shift, emitting a faint glow, as if it were still sensing something.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, a pigeon flew in from afar, the sound of its wings flapping echoing in the silent air. Its figure was like a tiny dot, passing through the air, the rhythm of its wings flapping clearly audible. The pigeon flew high, and without hesitation, it flew in the direction of Xing Qingfeng.

The ORT's disc vibrated slightly, as if sensing the bird's presence. It silently watched the flying pigeon until its silhouette completely disappeared into the distance. Only then did the ORT slowly lower its head and chest, its movements without any haste, like a ray of light slowly sinking into the night.

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Volume 77: Symbiosis: . Return

Xing Qingfeng stood at the junction of Crystal Valley and Crystal Jungle. The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the towering crystal pillars, refracting their faint light into a myriad of points. The entire world seemed inlaid with countless dazzling gems. The crystal pillars, caught in the sunlight, reflected icy blue and emerald green, like fragments of a rainbow floating in the air, shimmering with a cold light.

Slowly retreating from the depths of Crystal Valley, Xing Qingfeng reached this transitional zone. Here, the environment grew more complex, a mix of crystal pillars and crystallized plants. The surrounding trees shimmered like gemstones. Faint light filtered through their cracks, casting a dazzling array of colors.

As the sun rose, the surrounding light gradually softened, the dark blue gradually replaced by a warm golden color, and the light leaked from the cracks in the crystal and disappeared into this dreamlike scene. The air around became fresh and moist, with a light mist floating in the air.

He didn't rush to leave, but instead paused, quietly observing everything around him. As the light gradually brightened, his mood calmed down a bit. Last night's conversation still lingered in his mind, as if every incident was calling him to seek a deeper answer.

But now, he just wanted to stand here quietly and give himself some time.

Before further communication with ORT, Xing Yi Er?|０氵.栮琳戚死V爸y麇清酤 got in touch with Kenneth again.

According to Kenneth's previous communication, their location suddenly returned to the algae area outside the ORT. The sky also turned into night -

——According to You Ruoyu, the current time should be a day ago. They carefully searched the surrounding area for traces, and the situation was completely consistent with their memory.

In other words, to some extent, ORT can be said to have rewound time for a period of time.

"—So it's the losers who eat dust," Xing Qingfeng muttered. But the ORT operation had clearly brought Kenneth and the others back, but it hadn't affected his memory at all.

It would be fine if he could retain his own memory, but Xing Qingyu couldn't understand why the memories of other people within the range seemed to be retained as well.

ORT claimed to have retrieved a snapshot of his memories of this planet and overwritten them in the future. If we consider this from this perspective, it might explain why Kenneth and the others' memories were able to remain—

——Memory is a prediction of the past, and conversely, prediction is a memory of the future. Replacing the world's memory with one's own memory seems to be a mystery similar to the inherent barrier.

"Hiss..." Xing Qingyu muttered to himself, "Why do I always feel like I can do this in theory...?"

"After all, it sounds pretty simple in principle," he continued to think to himself, "It's just a matter of perfectly memorizing a snapshot of the world and exchanging it with a snapshot from the future—"

“—I can’t do that at all.”

He wasn't thinking about anything else, just walking, his thoughts gradually becoming quiet. About ORT, about his memories, about the previous conversation—all that information and speculation tangled like a tangled web in his mind, yet none of it led to a clear conclusion.

"Hiss..." He sighed softly, the sound echoing in the silent crystal forest. Xing Qingqi turned his neck and felt the tension in his shoulders gradually relax.

As he walked, he gradually left the densely packed area of the crystal forest. The crystals around him grew increasingly sparse, and the crystal trees and clusters gradually became isolated fragments, scattered across a vast, ice-blue crystal plain. The sky also subtly shifted in color. The distant skyline was stained with a shimmering hue of lavender and blue, gradually emerging from the darkness.

Xing Qingfeng continued walking aimlessly, his footsteps echoing across the ice-blue plain. The scenery here seemed tranquil and desolate, and the air was filled with a deep, powerful silence. He felt a sense of disconnection from his surroundings. This crystalline plain seemed like some kind of abandoned place, empty and deserted, with only scattered crystal fragments scattered across the vast ice-blue land.

As Xing Qingfeng slowly walked toward the edge of the algae area, the confusion in his heart gradually gave way to calmness and clarity. As he continued forward, the algae blanket beneath his feet grew thicker and thicker.

"It's almost time..." Xing Qingfeng sighed softly, his voice echoing across the empty plain. The damp air, accompanied by the brilliance of crystals, drifted in the gentle morning breeze.

He turned back, gazing at the charred earth, once ravaged by the thunderstorm, a complex wave of emotions welled up within him. What had once stretched for nearly a hundred kilometers was now divided into distinct zones by ice-blue crystals and emerald green algae. In the farthest reaches, isolated pockets of charred earth still remained, like remnants that hadn't been completely devoured. Nearby, at least fifty kilometers of land had been completely redrawn by these two distinct entities. The sharp edges of the blue crystals intertwined with the emerald green velvet of the algae, as if constantly tearing the fate of the land apart.

Xing Qingfeng felt a little melancholy. The scene now looked completely different to him. ORT's somewhat out-of-control environmental modification device had been restrained by another alien from another planet using a designed ecosystem.

——How should I put it? Xing Qingyu suddenly felt that the scene before him was much more shocking than the commotion he had made before.

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Xing Qingfeng returned to his camp deep in the Amazon rainforest. It was early July. The air was thick with humidity, heavy and sticky, as if the forest's pulse could be felt with every breath. As dusk approached, sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting a thin ray of light onto the ground. The green leaves, bathed in a golden halo, took on a deep hue, gleaming with the vitality of nature.

The camp remained as quiet as usual. As Xing Qingqi entered, the scene before him seemed remarkably familiar. Several tents were tightly packed together, surrounded by neatly stacked piles of supplies. Xing Qingqi's instruments were neatly stacked in several crates, covered with thick tarpaulins to protect them from rain. The engraved barriers on them showed that these crates had been carefully placed by Kenneth. Although the humidity and heat of this tropical jungle were often unpleasant, the instruments were well protected.

Night hadn't yet fully fallen, but the sky was already beginning to grow dim. Xing Qingfeng paused, scanning the surrounding camp. Tonight seemed like a quiet night, the atmosphere strangely peaceful, a stark contrast to the endless clamor outside the forest.

At that moment, You Ruoyu was busy by a makeshift fire in a corner of the camp. She wore standard long-sleeved shirt and long pants, and while the waist bag on her back made her feel a bit bulky, her movements were unaffected. A sizzling sound echoed from the wok, the sound of chicken and local chilies being stir-fried. The flickering flames illuminated her focused face. In the blazing light, fine beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, mingling with the steaming moisture.