Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Oh, you've heard about it? From whom?"

"The person who is currently giving an open class——"

"——It is said that he is an alchemist sent by the Atlas Academy to the Clock Tower for academic exchanges with the Minerals Department!"

"It's said that while it still looks human, it's actually been completely transformed into a puppet! It's a terrifying alchemical product of the Atlas Institute. This is widely circulated among everyone in the Clock Tower!"

"So funny!"

……

"But I heard that they don't rely on the quality or quantity of Magic Circuits, nor on the capacity of the Small Source..."

"What kind of magician is this? Seriously, isn't this just like an ordinary person? Ultimately, this kind of person's magic can only rely on external objects."

"but……"

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I wasn't talking about you. But isn't it common sense that mystery is rooted in the different? This kind of magic that doesn't discriminate against the different doesn't have much future, no matter how you think about it. If you want to pursue the most orthodox magic, you should still follow the traditional system step by step."

"This...is like this..."

……

Xing Qingjiu sat in the office that had once belonged to Kenneth. The familiar old-fashioned wooden desk was still covered with several unfinished documents and an exquisite quill. His eyes were indifferent, his hands folded on the table, his fingertips gently tapping the glass of pale Godfather wine. The amber liquid in the glass rippled slightly under the dim light, exuding an intoxicating aroma.

"It seems the rumors have spread all over the Clock Tower recently," Xing Qingjiu said, taking a sip of his wine. "Weber, it's all thanks to you that these rumors were able to spread so quickly. Thank you very much."

"I just made some arrangements with some members of the school..." Weber lowered his head and smiled, his tone calm. "However, Mr. Xing, although it's a rumor, are you really unrelated to the Atlas Academy?"

Xing Qingyu didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer. He was silent for a while before he sighed softly.

"It would be great if I had connections. For me, the best place to expand my influence is still the Atlas Academy. There I have all the resources and influence I need." He slowly put down his wine glass, his fingertips gently rubbing the rim. "Unfortunately, I have no means of contacting them."

Weber listened and nodded, as if he had anticipated Xing Qingqi's answer. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "If that's the case, why spread the news about Atlas Court?"

"That's why I need to create this illusion. If someone knows I have no connection to the Atlas Institute, it means they are likely to be able to connect with the Atlas Institute, or even be from there themselves. This way, they will naturally think that I can use the power of the Atlas Institute, and those who don't know that I actually have no connection..."

"...Of course, there's no way of knowing you're just lying," Waver said, taking over at the right moment. "But your style is somewhat different from that of a pure Atlas Academy alchemist—"

"—They rely on ceremonial attire to interfere with the world more than you do."

"Hmm... Hey, do you think I can take advantage of the demand of the Spiral Pavilion to further exploit the Atlas Academy?" Xing Qingyu thought for a moment and suddenly asked.

"What are you going to do?"

"The Spiral Museum, or rather, China, has recently been promoting research on the universalization of magic costumes," Xing Qingfeng explained after a moment's thought. "Their plans are much bigger. Leveraging the uniqueness of the Thought Disk, they intend to enable everyone to use costumes to connect to and maintain the Thought Disk—"

"——And the magic circuits of the alchemists of the Atlas Academy are almost the same as those of ordinary people. Their ceremonial attire is naturally more suitable for those with inferior magic circuits."

"Isn't this just... one has the demand, the other has the technology?" Xing Qingwu said with interest.

"I'm sure the Spiral Pavilion has long been aware of what you've discovered," Waver replied. "Is there any way we can become an irreplaceable part of this partnership?"

"Since they haven't been able to reach a cooperation agreement, there must be something missing..." Xing Qingfeng pondered. "If there's a chance I can intervene, I can try to leverage the power of the Spiral Pavilion to communicate with the Atlas Academy."

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It's probably like this, gradually laying out the process of farming. In fact, the protagonist has been taking advantage of the situation to develop the initial foundation. After all, if he starts from scratch, the farming process will be greatly prolonged.

The next chapter will end the open class part, and then we will come to the formal teaching. The plan is to complete the teaching of the first batch of students in ten chapters or even shorter. This pace should be okay, right?

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Volume 4: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Work Harder Teacher

"Does any student know the standard opening phrase for celestial magic?" Xing Qingyu stood in the center of the podium, scanning the audience.

The classroom lights were dim, and outside the window, layers of dark clouds obscured the afternoon sun. Students sat at their desks, occasionally hearing the soft sound of pens scraping across paper. But no one raised their hands to answer his question, a stark contrast to the usual lively atmosphere.

Xing Qingfu raised his eyebrows, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he crossed his hands on the edge of the podium and leaned forward slightly.

"What? Are there no astronomy students coming to my class?" He said with a hint of sarcasm. "Although I'm a little disappointed, it's just right, because in the last class we're going to talk about some dirty laundry in astronomy magic—"

This sentence made many students look up, their eyes showing anticipation and curiosity. Seeing this, Xing Qingfeng's smile deepened a little. He paused, deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"—Please keep your mouths shut and don't let me get beaten up by the Astronomy Department. I don't want to be walking down the street and suddenly get bit by a meteorite."

A burst of laughter echoed in the classroom, and one student couldn't help but whisper, "Teacher, an astronomy magician wouldn't be able to just throw a meteorite at someone, right?"

Xing Qingqi chuckled softly, reaching out to brush back his slightly curly bangs, his tone hinting at teasing, "Really? But that's not what my teacher said when I was studying." He casually twirled the pointer in his hand, gazing out the window as if reminiscing about something. "He once told me about the troubles of celestial magicians—"

"—You've painstakingly deployed your position, constructed your grand magic, and are about to crush the enemy in one wave, when they drop a meteorite right at you."

"Swish!" Xing Qingqi swung his hand down, the pointer making a crisp clatter as it hit the podium. He paused for a moment, then said in a somewhat exaggerated tone, "The stage you worked so hard to build, the magic tricks, and even the messy attire you were wearing—it's all been destroyed."

A few suppressed laughs rang out in the classroom, but Xing Qingyu didn't stop. He straightened up slightly, put his hands behind his back, raised his chin, and continued in a condescending tone: "Then, at this time, if you were still alive, those celestial magicians would still arrogantly say to you-"

"—I'll give you time to prepare, but I'll use my second move soon." He raised his chin, looked up into the air, and put on an arrogant expression. "I hope you won't be so embarrassed next time, if you can still survive."

This pretentious attitude made the students laugh so hard that laughter echoed in the classroom.

"Teacher, may I ask who your teacher is?" A student sitting by the window raised his hand, a smile still lingering on his face. Outside the window, branches swayed gently in the breeze, their mottled shadows casting a shadow on the classroom's wooden floor, swaying slightly with the changing light.

Xing Qingqiu tapped the podium with his pointer, making a crisp sound. He raised an eyebrow and looked at the student who asked the question, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, as if some secret hidden in his words was about to be revealed.

"My teacher?" he repeated, tilting his chin slightly, his tone a bit exaggerated and playful. "Ha! If I tell you who it is, would you believe me?"

"Could it be the dean of Atlas College?" A student made a bold guess, with a teasing tone and a hint of curiosity, causing the people around them to whisper.

"No," Xing Qingqi raised the corner of his mouth, and then said something shocking, "My teacher is Newton."

The classroom was suddenly silent. The students looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

"Isaac Newton," Xing Qingfeng continued with a confident smile, not caring about the students' reactions. "He was quite a celebrity in the Clock Tower back then—"

"—and I'm not lying."

He spoke in a flamboyant tone, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He stood at the edge of the podium with his arms crossed in front of his chest, waiting calmly for the students' reactions.

However, the students in the audience were stunned, and their laughter stopped abruptly. For a moment, the only sound in the classroom was the rustling of leaves in the breeze outside the window.

"You're kidding, right?" A bespectacled student broke the silence, his smile a bit stiff. "It seems like that person was confirmed dead hundreds of years ago..."

Xing Qingyu did not answer, but just smiled quietly, his eyes fixed on the student, as if expecting the other party to understand something.

"You're kidding, aren't you?" the student repeated, a little quieter than before, seeming a little unsure.

"I'm not kidding," Xing Qingqi said with a smile, "My teacher is Isaac Newton. That genius who is unique in the world, and I am one of the few students he recognized—"

"--And well..." Xing Qingqiu deliberately dragged out his tone, "I really admire my teacher's style of doing things."

"You..." The student opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something else, but didn't know where to start.

Xing Qingfeng didn't intend to explain further. He reached out and tapped the table, drawing the students' attention back. "Okay, that's not the point," he said, glancing at the still dazed students before returning to a cheerful tone. "It's the last open class. Let's watch some magic tricks from the astronomy department."

"The shape of stars, the shape of the universe, the shape of gods, the shape of my Animus." Xing Qingqiu stood in the center of the podium, uttering the standard opening words of the astronomy department in a low and rhythmic voice.

"The meaning of this chant is to connect oneself with the starry sky." Xing Qingyu smiled gently, walked to the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and began to write each word on the blackboard skillfully. "But there is actually a problem with this part. Let's observe the order."

Then, he began to adjust the position of these words while explaining, and the chalk in his hand hardly stopped, gently drawing lines on the blackboard to rearrange them.

"The shape of the stars comes before the shape of the universe. Does that make sense?" Xing Qingqi paused and asked, turning to look at the students in the audience. His tone was relaxed, yet provocative. The students hesitated, their eyes meeting, but no one answered immediately.

Xing Qingfeng explained slowly, "Of course, from today's perspective, this doesn't make sense. But back in the Age of Gods, when flat-Earth theory and even geocentrism were prevalent, this order would have been perfectly acceptable." He lowered his voice slightly, "Considering the planet beneath our feet as the center of the universe, the star-shaped image should come first, followed by the shape of the universe."

"Next is the divine form," Xing Qingqi continued, tapping the blackboard. "The divine is the planet's sense of touch, a being that can be considered a star's incarnation. Therefore, it ranks third, serving as a transition between the planetary universe and oneself. It's very reasonable." He paused briefly, glancing around at the students. Seeing that everyone was listening intently, he continued, "Finally, it's my form." He turned, gently stroking his hand across the table, and lowered his head slightly. "Thus, through these four chants, I very, very smoothly establish the connection between myself and the starry sky, from human to divine, to the universe, and then to the center of the universe—"

"--But the problem is... this model is outdated." However, his expression suddenly changed and he smiled lightly.

"It's true that geocentrism was relatively correct for the general understanding of the world at that time..." He waved his hand, "But what about now?"

The students fell silent. Xing Qingfeng continued, "Modern celestial magic still uses this foundation. While the general understanding of the world has changed over and over again, the foundation of celestial magic has not kept pace with the times—"

"—The most obvious problem is the loss of the divine form." His voice gradually rose, a hint of sarcasm. "After the Age of Gods retreated, the gods who served as the planet's senses also retreated, and the chain was broken."

"At this time, the direction of modern celestial magic's activation language shifted, from initially describing the world to referring to the modern magic base based on geocentrism, using this magic base to perform mysteries." Xing Qingfeng paused and smiled slightly. "As a result, modern celestial magic lost the power of the Age of Gods magic to casually pull a meteorite and hit someone, and its tentacles can no longer reach beyond the earth."

"This class... that's about it." Xing Qingfeng smiled and said, "After all, I'm not an astronomy major, so it's not easy to explain further in an open class."

At that moment, the bell rang outside the classroom, crisp and urgent. Xing Qingqi tapped the table lightly and smiled faintly. "This concludes my open class. If you are interested in my teaching, you are welcome to choose this classroom next school year—"

There was a hint of teasing in his words, and the atmosphere in the entire classroom seemed to lighten with his smile. Xing Qingqi took a neatly arranged stack of documents from the table and gently handed them out.

"—But my classroom isn't without its limitations." He looked at the students. "Those interested in taking this course are kindly requested to self-study the basics before the next school year begins."

The content in the materials is just the most basic elementary mathematics.

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"In about half a year, it'll be time for me to officially start teaching..." Xing Qingqiu casually slumped down on the office sofa, which creaked softly, as if the couch had long since grown accustomed to his lazy posture. He rested one hand on his forehead, the other holding a long-prepared lesson plan, his gaze following the contents of the paper.

"Honestly, with so many people attending the open class right up until the very end, I think I did pretty well—" Xing Qing spoke with a relaxed tone, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were enjoying himself. He gazed at the lesson plan in his hand, his lips curled up slightly. "Compared to my teacher's teaching level, I've already surpassed my teacher by having so many students attending my first class!"

"Ahahaha..." Weber chuckled beside him. Although his words were full of cooperation, there was a hint of embarrassment in his laughter. He sat in the chair opposite Xing Qingjiu, holding a pen casually in his hand, but his eyes drifted elsewhere, as if he was thinking about something else.

——He had attended all the public classes and had read Xing Qingjiu's teaching plans, so he had a clear understanding of Xing Qingjiu's actual teaching level...

...I can only say that there are very few good lecturers in the Clock Tower, and most of them are engaged in research. This is why Xing Qingjiu's teaching level does not seem so bad.

Anyway, everyone is equally bad, and students are used to it, so they just listen to it and that's it.

"By the way, what's the situation with the rumors among students now?" Xing Qingyu suddenly asked curiously.

Waver hesitated for a moment, put down his pen, and looked away. "You've gone from being a promising young alchemist in the Atlas Academy to a senior alchemist who looks young but has actually lived for hundreds of years." He thought for a moment and added, "However, this is only the opinion of a few people. Most people still think you just like to brag."

"Huh?" Xing Qingqi raised his eyebrows upon hearing this. He didn't seem surprised by these rumors at all, but rather felt a bit relieved and pleased. "But my teacher is truly a great master."

Waver couldn't help but laugh, but his laughter was tinged with helplessness. "Haha... Sir Isaac doesn't have a very good reputation in the Clock Tower." He paused and added in a low voice, "I heard that some mage families scare children with spirits... by saying Sir Isaac will suddenly appear and kill them."

"He's quite famous," Xing Qingqiu said, his tone full of pride. "As his student, I can't lose!"

"..." Weber sighed. He was already thinking about packing his luggage.

"By the way," Xing Qingyu suddenly turned around and asked, "How many people do you think will take my class in six months?"

Weber was silent for a moment, as if thinking seriously. Then he looked at Xing Qingjiu and said slowly, "Hmm..." He paused, "I think there probably won't be too many, but it won't be completely deserted either. There will always be some people who are curious."

"After all, this open class still attracted a lot of attention. People with a little experience are still willing to give it a try."

Xing Qingyu showed a satisfied smile, his eyes were relaxed and held a bit of expectation: "That's good, I'm satisfied that someone comes to listen." He sat up slowly, stretched, with a relaxed smile still on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems I have to work harder," Xing Qingfeng sighed cheerfully, "I can't let these students down."

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I wanted to catch up a little bit, but I felt that there was still something to write about this plot, so I didn’t jump into the formal class right away.

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By the way, I recommend this book, "Sosoman: The Stand User's Journey to Save the World"

Comprehensive comics + harem, if you are interested, you can go and have a look. The following is a brief introduction:

[A modern urban anime harem, the battle content is mainly JOJO stand-in battles, and some Ito Junji and Arknights elements]

[The introduction is weak, please read the main text, Ou Nei Gai! I can do anything]

After traveling to a comic book series, I thought it was an ordinary world, but an enemy who called himself a "Stand User" suddenly appeared on the plane returning home.

After escaping, he was constantly pursued by a villain named Dio.

Survive and save the world

That's all Jingu Kei has to do.

Yukako Yamagishi: Jingu, I only have one heart, and you are the only one in my heart. Let me stay by your side for the rest of my life!

Yukinoshita Haruno: Jingu-chan wants to start a harem? Are you finally going to make a move on Yukino-chan? Huh? It's not just her?

Momobami Kirari: Everyone of the Hyakubami family, I announce that I have found my fiancé!

Arturo: Righteous man, let me play the melody in your heart and let us face our true selves together.

...

In short, this is a world where Dio defeats Jojo, the hero accepts the guidance of the saint, obtains the power of the Jojo, saves the world, and opens a harem.

Volume 5: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Like teacher, like student

Inside the office, sunlight streamed in through the blinds, casting a dappled shadow on the wooden floor. A decorative brass desk lamp cast a dim glow. The desk was cluttered with notebooks, manuscripts, and a few pens with wet ink. Xing Qingqi leaned back in his chair, the edges of the lesson plan in his hand already curling slightly. He read it over and over again, finally nodding with satisfaction and gently placing it on the table. Then, he stood up and sorted out the teaching aids he had brought with him—a small box filled with various materials and a spare, simplified lesson plan.

"It should be alright, right?" he muttered to himself, his fingers tapping the lock of the teaching tool box twice, making a crisp metallic sound. His eyes were filled with excitement, and instead of throwing them into the imaginary space, he carried them in his hands and prepared to head to the classroom.

——For the first class, it’s better to have some sense of ceremony.

At that moment, the office door suddenly opened, accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps. Weber leaned out halfway, his expression somewhat hesitant.