Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

He was the only one left in the entire base. Kenneth had already returned to the Clock Tower to handle various matters that had been going on for a while, busy sorting and categorizing the collected information and handing off important tasks to trusted subordinates. During Weber's vacation, Kenneth had to take charge himself.

After completing her cultural exploration of Peru, Patricia returned to Europe with Kanzuki Ringo and Okita Souji to recuperate. Having spent nearly all their wealth on their recovery, they were inevitably targeted by Xing Qingjiu, who was so desperate for help that he almost wanted to split himself into three or four parts.

Further planning won't begin for at least two years, so staying here is pointless. Continuing to artificially propagate the Yavalinti for just one or two years won't be enough to restore the surrounding ecosystem of ORT. It would be better to wait until the official start and harvest Crystal Valley's recyclable resources on a large scale. By then, efficiency will be greatly improved.

The reason why Xing Qingfu still stays here is just to make it more convenient to organize the contents of his notes.

Xing Qingqiu picked up a stack of manuscripts nearby. These were notes Patricia had left while revisiting her fieldwork in South America. They focused primarily on South America's mysterious history, cultural relics, and research speculation related to mythology. While most of these speculations remained unproven, some of the arguments piqued Xing Qingqiu's interest.

Xing Qingqiu picked up a stack of manuscripts beside him. They were speculations on the historical origins of the mysterious things that Patricia had left behind after she conducted a field survey in South America.

The Inca, Aztec, and even earlier Mayan civilizations all bear a deep legacy of human sacrifice throughout their histories. Human sacrifice in these cultures initially served as part of rituals intended to maintain harmony between heaven and earth and secure the protection of the gods. However, with the advancement of society and the development of religious thought, human sacrifice gradually became viewed as barbaric and inhumane, ultimately being rejected by most cultures, both in the East and the West. South American civilizations, however, particularly the Inca and Aztec, maintained human sacrifice throughout their long histories. Instead, they integrated it into the very fabric of their civilizations, making it an essential means of communicating with the gods. From the Inca sun sacrifices to the Aztec blood sacrifices to the Mayan "blood offerings," these rituals are all deeply connected to the concepts of life and death, power, and the gifts of the gods.

However, if we combine the advent of ORT, the expansion of Crystal Valley, and the barriers set up by the South American gods, we seem to be able to find some interesting clues.

——What if human sacrifice is to maintain the stability of the ecosystem outside ORT?

By the year 1 AD, the power of the gods in South America had already waned with the decline of the Age of the Gods. Although the civilizations there were isolated from the outside world and less affected by the decline of the Age of the Gods, they could not return to the peak state they had in the early days of the Age of the Gods.

Patricia speculated that the South American gods of the late Age of Gods were incapable of completing this task independently. However, according to Isidro's notes, it seems that his method of extracting crystals from Crystal Valley still followed the Aztec blood sacrifice ritual.

As to why Isidro ultimately turned his attention to the native South American magic system, it remains unknown. Aside from fragments of his diary, there is little detailed information, and his own records have been completely destroyed.

But Patricia speculated that he might have chosen the blood sacrifice method to restart some ancient power after conducting in-depth research on the old cultural relics and combining it with what he saw in the clock tower.

This speculation can also be found in existing cultural heritage. For example, the earliest form of the Inca sun festival included large-scale human sacrifices, while in Aztec culture, the power of the sun did not come from self-sufficient nature, but was maintained through blood, especially human blood.

If the sun gods of these two civilizations actually refer to the same deity, then, combined with Aztec legend, the power of the deity and the world must be constantly maintained. Without proper sacrifices, the world would fall into darkness. In other words, the creation and initial operation of the ORT's outer barriers may have relied on the continued performance of local sacrifices.

"—But no matter what, this is just a guess..." Xing Qingqiu put down the manuscript in his hand and sighed softly, "Let's leave this matter to archaeologists."

He stretched, sorted out the documents on the desk, packed them into a box, and prepared to leave.

However, before leaving, he had one more thing to do.

Xing Qingfeng once again stepped into the rainforest, his ears ringing with the familiar chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves. Mist drifted through the forest, and the sky was covered in heavy clouds. The air was filled with the scent of moist earth and lingering rain. The ground was thick with a layer of humus. His steps were heavy, each step making a slight rustling sound. The light in the deep rainforest was dim and scattered, with occasional sunlight filtering through the layers of leaves, casting dappled spots of light on the mossy ground.

He returned to the base of Isidro where he had first discovered him. The old brick building still stood alone in the desolate jungle, surrounded by messy bushes and vines, and seemed out of tune with the surrounding natural environment.

Entering the courtyard, he gently pushed open the heavy wooden door. It creaked dully, and the air was filled with the long-awaited musty smell. The room was gloomy, with only the faint light from the window barely illuminating the path ahead. Xing Qingfeng knew the route well, and without hesitation, he headed for the basement entrance. In the shadows beneath the stairs, the faint light was distorted into irregular shapes by layers of reflected water vapor.

Xing Qingyu pushed open the wooden door to the basement, and the stale air instantly hit him, musty and damp. With a wave of his hand, his magic conjured a faint ray of light, gradually illuminating the dark space. The basement remained just as he remembered it, covered in intricate knots, dangling silently from the ceiling like silent witnesses to history.

Xing Qingjiu stood in the center of the dark basement, surrounded by a blanket of silence. The air was damp and musty, making every breath feel heavy. Dim light streamed in through the narrow windows, barely illuminating a portion of the basement, making the knots hanging from the ceiling appear particularly abrupt and mysterious. The surrounding space was empty and oppressive, with only these hanging knots, like silent witnesses, recording an unspeakable history.

Xing Qingfeng's gaze slowly swept over the knotted ropes. Each main rope was woven with dense knots, each knot bearing the weight of Isidro's crimes over the past thirty years. Whether tightly wound or loosely dangling, they all spoke of bloody history and lost lives. Thirty-two years, thirty-two years, and each knot corresponded to a forgotten soul.

Xing Qingyu stood there, quietly gazing at the knots. After a moment's silence, he pulled a thick stack of documents from his waist bag, the papers making a slight friction sound. Each file detailed all the cases of missing European tourists since 1962. The names, dates, locations, and details of the disappearances were all arranged in rows on the paper, densely packed. Xing Qingyu spread out the documents and carefully browsed through the disappearance records of each year. From 1967 to 2000, these years of missing cases, every name recorded in the book was waiting for him to match one by one.

He spread the file out before him, his fingertips lightly tracing the words on the paper, his gaze never leaving the knots on the ceiling. He knew that each main rope represented a year's worth of cases, while the interlaced branches represented a corresponding quarter. He scanned the names in the file year by year, trying to find the intersection of time, matching the time of the disappearances with the location of the knots.

Xing Qingqiu's gaze drifted towards a main rope hanging overhead. He reached out, his fingertips lightly touching the knot, feeling the rough fibers glide across his fingers. Every rope bore the weight of time, bearing the marks of time. Xing Qingqiu's fingers slowly slid down the knot. Though the knot was almost imperceptible, he felt as if he were weighing something incredibly heavy.

As he moved, the knots gradually matched up with the cases in the file. He began gently ticking off the checkmarks on the file. The first name matched the knot on the first main rope, the second name found the second knot, and the third name matched the knot on the third main rope. The mapping process gradually became clear, and every time he found a matching knot, he would tick it off on the file.

However, as time went on, problems began to emerge. Although he had found knots that roughly matched the timeframe and gradually ticked off the records, no file was perfect. Many details of disappearances that had occurred over thirty years earlier were no longer traceable. With the passage of time, much of the information in the investigative records became blurred, and even the specific circumstances of many incidents were lost to the dust of time.

These knots, too, possessed an incomplete quality. Isidro's records were woven in a specific pattern, and these knots themselves might not simply mark years and seasons. They might contain more complex hidden information, even mixing cases from multiple time periods. Xing Qingqi discovered that the arrangement of some knots didn't seem to completely match the dates in the archives. In some cases, the timing of the knots might not even be directly related. He took a deep breath and continued comparing the records with the knots, but he could not fill in the gaps.

"Alas..." He sighed softly, put down the file in his hand, and reread every name and missing detail on it. Although each name and knot had been compared to a certain extent, he knew clearly that it was impossible to completely establish an accurate mapping between the two sets.

Xing Qingfeng turned his gaze from the files and stared at the knots in front of him. The knots were still hanging there, each main rope had a different knot, exuding an indescribable sense of heaviness.

Finally, Xing Qingfeng sighed and lowered his head. He carefully put all the files away, then carefully removed the knots from the ceiling. He gently placed each knot into the wooden box and carefully arranged them.

"No one remembers the 3,000 people who died in the Banana Company Massacre. No one remembers their names or who they were. They only exist in the background of the story, eventually forgotten as the story unfolds. In the end, all that can be said about them is the number 3,000," Xing Qingfeng sighed and muttered to himself. "Perhaps the same is true for the tourists who died in the past decade or so—"

"—But I will remember them," Xing Qingfeng said. "Remember these 347 names."

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This volume is finished. I will take a break tomorrow to write a final comment, and then I can start the next volume.

I wonder if this volume is to your liking?

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It just happened to be the last day of the year when I finished this volume. How should I put it? It was quite a coincidence.

I wish you all a happy new year!

Volume 3: Symbiotic Relationships: End of Volume Reflections (Can Be Killed)

This volume is roughly finished like this. It starts with the first foreshadowing after the interlude at the end of the first volume, and then touches on the ecology of South America in two chapters of the second volume. During the interlude of the third volume, I smuggle people from North America to Mexico, and then naturally come to South America to start exploring. Overall, it should be considered smooth.

Actually, since I came to Mexico at the beginning, I wanted to spend some time writing about the Aztec civilization. However, since the focus of this volume's story takes place in Peru, on the remains of the Inca civilization, there is really no need to spend too much time and effort on it.

Therefore, the story begins in Cusco, the capital of the Inca Empire. I tried very hard to write about the appearance of the residents of Cusco at that time, and what the city would be like in 2000. However, due to insufficient information, most of the information about Cusco focuses on tourism, and it is very close to the present, so I can only briefly mention it. It is enough to simply outline some small fragments to let people know that it is in Peru.

Next is the Inca culture, which I have done some research on. The first thing I want to emphasize is the colonization of South American culture by the colonizers. Today, the official languages of most South American countries are Spanish and English, which is one manifestation of this.

But this is the Type-Moon worldview, where magic and mystery exist. South American culture is isolated from the outside world. Logically, the intensity of the Age of Gods and its mysteries should have been far greater than during the European colonial period, when the Age of Gods was in decline. Whether it was the Inca Empire or the Aztecs, their priests were closely tied to the power structure, and royal power and divine authority were almost one and the same. Although South Americans and North Americans were collectively referred to as Indians due to the arrogance of colonial culture, the South American guys who practiced blood sacrifices every day were not as weak as the North American Indian tribes.

——People usually go to war for the purpose of human sacrifice. Take a look at the War of Glory.

In this case, muskets, artillery, bacteria, viruses, etc. may still be able to deal with the indigenous people of South America who are not involved in the mystery, but if the mystery is involved, then I think these South American priests will not abide by the principle of not leaking the mystery and allow the colonists to carry out aggressive activities.

With the ley lines missing, the Age of Gods declining, and the mysteries retreating, European magicians in this situation have neither the right time nor the right place, and it is hard to say whether they can gain any advantage even if they engage in a magic battle.

But the history of Type-Luna is not much different from that of Earth. So I have to imagine how the colonization activities at that time were carried out. At this time, the historical facts in Earth history should be used.

——The Aztecs believed that the invaders from the West were actually an army symbolizing the return of Quetzalcoatl, who would lead them to end the Fifth Sun Age and reopen the Sixth Sun Age, which would be as prosperous as the Second Sun Age under the rule of Quetzalcoatl.

The Spanish colonists did take advantage of this, claiming to be the army of God. As a result, they drove the Aztec warriors to invade the Incas and reaped the benefits.

——In the Type-Moon worldview, it is what I mentioned in the article, that the magic families who came to colonize bewitched the Aztec warriors and priests, causing them to start the next round of the War of the Crown of Honor, which is also the so-called largest magic war in South America.

The Aztecs themselves were warlike and aggressive. Under the deliberate guidance of the colonists, the mysterious forces in South America suffered heavy losses. The bewitched Aztecs did not wait until their Sixth Sun Age, but became a mere footnote in history along with their culture.

After the mysterious forces were severely damaged, the same colonization activities as in the history of the Earth began. At this time, in order to ensure that the local magicians, or should I say priests, would not counterattack, the magicians of Type-Moon further promoted cultural colonization, eradicating language and art, and cutting off the carriers of mysterious inheritance.

This reason perfectly integrates the Type-Moon worldview and Earth history, and I'm quite satisfied with this design. Through the investigation of local cultural landscapes, the protagonist and others, guided by the study of magic from the Age of Gods, gradually discovered the possible existence of the carrier, that is, the foreign protein that is widely present in the South American ecosystem. However, this point is not directly stated in the text, but is indirectly hinted at through the Isidro family's plundering of pure-blooded South Americans (

At this point, the contract and the ritual were both fulfilled, so Xing Qingjiu was able to observe subtle magical reactions.

Now that we have reached the contract object, it is time to explore further. By deriving the ecological line through the entanglement with the local magician, we can smoothly shift the humanistic exploration to the ecological exploration, and then transfer the exploration location from Cusco to the Amazon rainforest.

Meanwhile, the branch line, You Ruoyu Line, combines the time when cochineal was introduced into China, which happened to be around 2000. Combined with the various information blockades against cochineal by Spain during the colonial era, it has given it a mysterious color.

—It was eventually deciphered by Leeuwenhoek, the inventor of the microscope, who shattered the mystery surrounding it and, at the same time, broke the combined blockade of secular and mystical Spain. Therefore, I chose to begin my exploration from this line. You Ruoyu's information was entirely based on the distribution of organisms. Ultimately, they chose Brazil because of its large Asian (Japanese) population, which perfectly suited their need for concealment.

However, there are more biological connections between cochineal and Yavarinti, which will be revealed in later chapters.

The main line explores from a humanistic perspective, while the branch line explores entirely from an ecological distribution perspective. When the two lines converge, it means that the humanities and ecology lines are unified and merged, and the final conclusion begins.

This is the general outline structure of this volume.

Then let's talk about character design. This volume I learned from the problem of the previous volume, that is, I wanted to write all the characters in a three-dimensional way. As a result, it is difficult to cover all aspects within the limited space, which also caused the performance of this book to plummet. Now the daily increase is pitifully small (sad)

While introducing three original characters, Kenneth, Weber, and Okita Souji, in the early stages, three original characters from the previous volume also made their debut here. However, I didn't continue to portray these six characters in detail, especially Souji, who was almost just there to be cute (?). While returning the focus to the protagonist, I focused on portraying a villain -

——Yes, it’s Isidro.

He embodies the paranoia typical of Type-Moon magicians, combined with the depravity so common among Type-Moon characters. My initial thought was to use him as a character to illustrate the history of colonization within the Type-Moon worldview.

But then I changed my mind. He carries too much weight in the plot. I want to use his past to explain the development and characteristics of the mysterious forces in South America, and also to explain how the mysterious forces act in places close to ORT'. I also want him to be the key node for the transition from the humanistic line to the ecological line, and to use him to reveal a lot of information, and so on.

These stories couldn't be sustained by a single, one-dimensional character, so I redesigned the character to make him more three-dimensional. He committed an unforgivable crime, and therefore he must die, and he must die after enduring torture. The explanation for his death can only be revealed after his death. In life, he didn't deserve anyone's understanding, and ultimately, all he deserves is oblivion. Both physical and social death will befall him simultaneously.

Then, there's the change in the protagonist's status. From the first two volumes, where the protagonist was always in a passive position, guided by Newton and Schrödinger, etc., to the South American volume, where he takes the lead and takes on the responsibilities he should have. He no longer has anyone to rely on. While there are still many people who will help him, he can ultimately no longer rely on anyone.

——It is precisely because of this that the protagonist actively establishes contact with the Spiral Tower at the end of the volume and begins to prepare to develop his own power. He also transforms from a simple researcher relying on the Einzbern family and the El-Melloi School to a reformer who seeks to change the world.

In this process, the protagonist's paranoia will gradually emerge, but even if it is paranoid, it will be difficult for others to notice his paranoia (laughs)

Because in the positioning, I want to define the protagonist as someone who brings hope. I don’t think the crazy guy that everyone likes to see or the person who is completely led by paranoia can bring so-called hope. The people around him may all be paranoid and do things for their own selfish reasons.

——But the protagonist can't, he must be the most "normal" person, I think only in this way can he bear this responsibility. But he can't be completely without any paranoia, that would be too uncharacteristic, so I will highlight it little by little as the plot develops, that's about it.

Finally, there's the mysterious voice that only appears briefly in the storyline, involving the Jewel Man, ORT, and others. These three characters, due to their different positions, actually have different perspectives on the universe. Does this volume reveal the ultimate secret of the universe? Not really; it simply elevates the story to a higher level.

Although it is a setting that imitates the repair, I still want to live it out. I can look forward to it in the future.

And um...about ORT, I was actually a little disappointed with the performance and setting of ORT in Lostbelt, because it looks like just a BOSS, not an "alien BOSS". In my eyes, it doesn't emphasize its identity as an alien. It seems reasonable to replace it with some native behemoth of the earth.

So I set about redesigning the ORT performance in pan-human history. The ORT in pan-human history came later, a full 66 million years later than the Lostbelt. So during such a long period of time, I set the ORT to travel in the Milky Way and gradually begin to contact other civilizations, thus gaining the possibility of "communication", and changing from an individual completely controlled by instinct to an intelligent body that is proud of its intelligence.

So, when communicating with the protagonist, it first attempted to communicate using traditional carrier vibration "speech", but it didn't realize that the Earth's atmosphere can only withstand a maximum sound pressure of less than 200dB, and its roar directly shattered the atmospheric system. Next, it tried to communicate using optical signals in the so-called universal language of the universe, but Xing was so accustomed to the three-color cone visual system that he had no idea what ORT was doing.

In the end, they could only communicate using the more primitive but useful pheromones. Needless to say, the smell was strong, but it was a pity that ORT failed to realize that the alchemical product in front of him was mimicking a completely standard human, and there was no corresponding protein receptor heterozygote. So for the protagonist, the only thing he could say was, "You smell really fucking strong."

What then is the protagonist's perspective? The ORT before them is said to be a threat that would destroy humanity if it awakens, and now it has indeed awakened, inexplicably, releasing a shock wave that is enough to slowly destroy the Earth's ecosystem, and then unleashing a barrage of high-energy radiation attacks—

——So the protagonist can only try to destroy it before it becomes a bigger threat. Therefore, the protagonist releases the most destructive magic so far in this article.

This destruction caused by misunderstanding is actually another interpretation of this so-called battle between powerful people. Let me first make a simple inference. Although the damage caused by these two was only within a few hundred kilometers, the chain reaction that was ultimately triggered was guaranteed to be a mini-ice age.

The dramatic atmospheric changes and the mass death of plants and animals in the Amazon rainforest will lead to water and air pollution, destroying the Amazon's ecosystem and causing a prolonged period of ecological collapse. The plasma furnace created by the protagonist will then generate a large amount of heat radiation, causing widespread fires and smoke. The high temperatures released by the explosion will cause the production of harmful substances such as nitrogen oxides, carbon dioxide, and hydroxides, further damaging the atmosphere and causing acid rain.

The ultimate probability is that there will be a global rainstorm, and the self-regulation of the ecosystem will cause the world to enter the next round of mini ice age. As for the result... refer to the Russian Lostbelt (laughs)

But how big was the actual impact of the crater? Not huge, just a few hundred kilometers across. It just lasted longer, impacting the surrounding environment for a longer period of time, making the impact more significant. The only problem is that it occurred in the Amazon rainforest, the lungs of the Earth.

The traces left by the battle between the strong may not only be the strong landforms, but also the long-term disruption and reorganization of the ecological balance. However, this is not further reflected in the book (laughs)

That's about it. I hope this volume will satisfy all readers. I think the quality of this volume is not inferior to the first volume. I hope this volume can attract some subscriptions. The new subscriptions are pitifully small now. The daily manuscript fee may barely be enough for food (sad)

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Volume 1: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Becoming a Teacher from Scratch

Today's lecture hall was no different from any other. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, filtering through tall glass curtains. Swaying gently in the breeze, it cast dappled shadows on the floor, like golden shards scattered across the wooden tables and chairs, imbued with a warm sheen. The air was thick with the scent of books and wood.

The students' chatter hadn't completely died down yet; low murmurs and whispers echoed in the air, mingling with the occasional rustle of books and the gentle rubbing of chairs. Most of the students had already found their seats, settling into the semicircular terraced seating area. The seats were so densely packed that there was almost no space left. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the podium, waiting for the new lecturer.

Originally, this classroom was dedicated to the Minerals Department, belonging to El-Melloi. It was originally used exclusively by Kenneth for his classes, but after Kenneth's focus shifted away from his magecraft studies, even his own teaching became less frequent. Finally, after sending off the last batch of students, the classroom was closed to the public on weekdays, opening only to the twice-yearly public classes. And even then, those public classes were only for Minerals Department students.

El-Melloi has no shortage of classrooms, and closing this classroom does not affect El-Melloi's influence. On the contrary, because the participation is limited to students within the Mineral Department, El-Melloi's control over the Mineral Department has been greatly improved.

But today, this classroom suddenly opened. And it wasn't just open to the Minerals Department; it became a classroom open to all magicians. As long as they joined the association and paid the tuition, any student could participate. The news spread like ripples, sparking a heated discussion throughout the Clock Tower.

"I heard that the classroom will reopen soon, is that true?" "I heard that the successor and deputy to the Lord of the Minerals Department will start teaching soon?" Such discussions instantly spread among the students in the Clock Tower. Everyone thought that the person who took over the classroom would be Waver, but when more information was made public, everyone was a little stunned.

——No one knew the person who took over the classroom.

After some research, everyone found that there was very little information about him - he had not participated in any formal courses in the Clock Tower, nor had he made any outstanding performances at any public academic conferences. The only clue that could be found was that he had participated in the Fourth Holy Grail War, occasionally appearing in the lecture hall when Kenneth was teaching, or hiding in the corner of the library.

If I had to point out a particular characteristic of his, the only thing that seems most striking is that, unlike other magicians, he didn't begin his studies by following a comprehensive curriculum of fundamental science. Instead, he spent much of his time in Cambridge University laboratories, immersing himself in theoretical physics. He only obtained his doctorate in recent years. Someone more focused on modern science than magic is completely unlike Clock Tower, which only makes him even more mysterious and unpredictable.

It was this very mystery that made him a hot topic among the students of the Clock Tower. In this tower where academia and magic intertwined, young students were always curious about things that were not easily accessible. Teens and twenties were at an age when they had a strong desire for the unknown and the mysterious.

In fact, almost all students were curious about him. In their view, this new lecturer held too many unsolved mysteries. His resume and experience were elusive, and most people thought he was simply a person with connections who came here to gild his reputation.

——But no matter what, most of the problems can be solved as long as you listen to the first class.

As the bell rang, the noise in the classroom gradually quieted, and the students raised their heads, their gaze fixed on the doorway in front of the podium. He was an Asian man, approximately thirty years old. His slow, steady steps seemed at odds with the classroom's historic atmosphere. He wore a simple black jacket, black pants, and a white shirt, appearing to be austere. He lacked any ornamentation, and held no scrolls or books. Had he not walked directly toward the podium, few would have associated him with a lecturer.

However, the moment he entered the classroom, the students' attention gradually shifted from the podium to behind him—a string of bizarre familiars followed closely behind, slowly entering the classroom. The familiars varied in form. Some were as ethereal as shadows, emitting a soft humming sound; others were small metal structures that seemed to be able to transform at any moment; and still others emanated a faint light, as if carrying some powerful force. They surrounded Xing Qingjiu, sometimes floating, sometimes moving, as if in some tacit coordination. Their silent entry into the classroom captured everyone's attention.

Xing Qingqu walked to the podium, stood still, raised his hand slightly, and coughed softly. "Ahem." This simple movement, cleverly amplified through magic, instantly echoed throughout the classroom, a clear cough that seemed to resonate between the walls. The students' gazes were fixed on him, and the air seemed to freeze, with only the amplified sound lingering.

"Please be quiet." Xing Qingyu said in a clear and unhurried tone, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Xing Qingyu. I'm from China and I'm just an ordinary alchemist. My alchemy system is probably the system of the Atlas Academy." He said this in a calm tone, without the slightest condescending airs.

"And the familiars who just came in with me," he tilted his head slightly and looked at the familiars standing beside the podium, "Please don't touch them casually in the front row. They are students who didn't make it in time or who had to use familiars to audit the class because there were no seats in the classroom—"

"-That classmate, I emphasize again, don't touch other people's familiars casually!" Xing Qingyu raised his voice slightly and said to a girl in the front row.

Less than two minutes into the class, Xing Qingqiu suddenly had a premonition that the next period of time might be the most difficult and painful time in his life. He sighed slightly and continued:

"Please inform other students who didn't have the opportunity to attend the class that I will be recording the course during the open class. The camera is at the back of the classroom." Xing Qingqiu raised his hand and pointed to the camera in the back corner of the classroom. The device, quietly placed in the corner, was now flashing a faint red indicator light. "If you don't want your images to be exposed in the video, you can use magic tricks at will, or come to me after class to request it individually. I will cover your images in the post-editing process."

"But please do not affect the normal operation of the camera during class."

"Okay, that concludes my self-introductions and pre-class introductions." Xing Qingyu clapped his hands, a resounding sound that instantly drew the students' attention back from their thoughts. The classroom instantly fell silent, everyone's attention focused on the calm and confident lecturer at the podium. He raised his head slightly, calmly surveyed the class, and after confirming everyone's attention, continued, "Let me first briefly introduce the course I'm teaching—"

He paused for a moment, as if laying the groundwork for what was to come, his gaze steady and straight ahead. "I won't focus on teaching you any particular system of magic," he said simply and directly, as if conveying some undeniable truth. "The systems of various mystical schools will serve only as examples, not as the mainstay of my teaching."

Having said this, Xing Qingyu lowered his head slightly, adjusted his standing posture, and scanned the classroom before continuing, "Ultimately, the construction of magic still depends on you."

He breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly in no rush to continue, giving the students a moment to digest his words. The classroom remained silent, broken only by the faint sounds of breathing and the shuffling of papers. Xing Qingqiu narrowed his eyes, sensing the subtle emotions emanating from the students—they showed no sign of disappointment, but rather a deep interest.

"To put it simply," Xing Qingqi cleared his throat again, breaking the classroom's silence, "if you want to learn practical magic from me, you don't have to come to next class." His words were direct and unequivocal, like a sharp knife piercing each student's heart. "My classes tend to focus more on fundamental structures." He paused, his tone slightly more emphatic. "You can think of it as a variation on the basic subjects."

"I'm not going to offer you a shortcut. Instead, I'm going to ask you to build and create on top of the basic framework yourself," Xing Qingfeng continued. "What you can learn from me is more about the 'principles of magic' and how to apply these principles to construct your own magic system."