Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

The three figures gradually faded deeper into the village, a thin mist swirling like a veil, slowly dissipating with their footsteps. The damp stone pavement reflected a faint glow in the sunlight, leading to an unknown future. The houses lining the road were built of rough stone and aged wood, their walls mottled, and wild roses and weeds climbing up the window frames. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and moss, occasionally accompanied by the rustling of swaying branches.

The girl walked ahead, her head lowered, her steps light but cautious, as if afraid to make any noise and attract attention. Weber and Lanis followed silently behind her, their eyes constantly darting around, observing the village's surroundings and the villagers' reactions.

They wandered through the village's narrow alleys, occasionally encountering a few villagers. Despite being in Welsh territory, most still spoke English. Weber tried to strike up conversation, but he noticed that the villagers hardly spoke Welsh, contradicting the Welsh cultural revival he'd seen. He speculated that this might be due to the village's remote location and limited contact with the outside world, or perhaps there was something else going on.

Even stranger, the hooded girl seemed unexpectedly revered by the villagers. While not everyone would bow to her, roughly half would stop and bow their heads when they encountered her, their manner both solemn and respectful. A flicker of doubt crossed Waver's eyes as he noticed these details. He couldn't help but scrutinize the timid girl a few more times. Her reserved demeanor and awkward expression didn't seem like someone who would command respect. Normally, a child raised in such an environment would become spoiled or arrogant, but she seemed remarkably timid. This contrast was puzzling.

"It seems that there are some factors that have not been taken into consideration..." Waver pondered to himself, his eyes wandering between the hooded girl and the saluting villagers.

After several conversations and observations, they gradually grasped the village's general topography. The village was an oval shape, concave from north to south. In its center stood an old stone church. To the north lay a swamp, surrounded by the village cemetery. The cabin where Weber and Lyness had stayed the night before was located on the western edge of the village.

After circling the village's perimeter, Weber and Lyannis stopped again at the church in the center. It was an ancient stone building, its spire pointing toward the gray sky, its surface covered in moss and creeper. The church door was made of thick oak, its edges inlaid with rusted iron nails. The arched carvings above the doorframe had been weathered and blurred, but the outlines of several angels could still be discerned.

But after they pushed open the door and walked into the church, they did not see Xing Qingjiu. Priest Fernande was alone in the church, seemingly preparing for today's work.

"Mr. Xing?" Hearing the purpose of the visit, he raised his chin slightly and folded his hands over his chest. "He was up early this morning," Fernando's voice was low and slow, as if each word was squeezed out from the depths of his throat. He gestured slowly with his palms and continued, "He also volunteered to help clean the church. He was a real help."

"But..." Fernande's tone was drawn out, as if he was deliberately leaving some suspense. He rubbed his round chin gently with his fingers and continued, "He left the church more than half an hour ago and didn't say where he was going. I think he might be exploring other parts of the village.

　"Didn't you come looking for us on your own initiative...?" Weber was stunned for a moment after hearing the result, but then he felt more relieved.

——Since he showed signs of abnormality yesterday but did not continue to contact us, it means that the problem will not affect him at present, or in other words, it is still within the scope that Xing Qingyu believes can be handled by Weber.

"In that case, we still have to go to the cemetery first."

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This is roughly the idea. Weber and Lanis will keep the pace of investigation similar to the original novel for the time being, while Xing Qingfeng will act alone. However, the two lines will soon intersect.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and give me feedback. Thank you!

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By the way, I recommend this book: "Type-Moon, I am a thaumaturge, I think this can work"

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As we all know, the moon group wants to severely whip the fungi and a certain warrior of love. Why are there so many heartbreaking parts in the plot?

And Xiao Mo finally found a chance to save those tragedies~

As a result, my face was covered with bugs as soon as I arrived!

How can I tolerate this?!

I just learned the magic!

Your name is Matou Zouken?

I'll pull your head off!

……

Thaumaturgy vs. Magic!

Reality distortion vs the entire Type-Moon!

Alaya: Will I win?

Gaia: Will win.

Root/Source: ...

Ort: I hit Xiao Mo? Really?

Without even a moment's mourning for Ort, the next person to arrive on the scene was—

Universe Rin!

—Wuyiqi880qi镏也——————

This book is also known as "Reality Distortion, Starting from Type-Moon!", "Reality Distortion in Type-Moon", "Foundation Alien Invasion, Starting from Type-Moon"...

[Content related to the Foundation, including but not limited to thaumaturgy and reality distortion settings, is released in accordance with the Creative Commons Share Alike 3.0 License (CC BY-SA 3.0). All related concepts are derived from the Foundation.

Volume 13: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Weber's fate was to suffer from stomach pain throughout his life

Xing Qingfeng stood far away in front of the cemetery. The entire area was shrouded in a diffuse mist. A faint yellowish sunlight filtered through the broken clouds, casting a soft halo on the stone tablets and weeds. The demonic eye in his left eye radiated a brilliant gemstone, its light layered and cascading, seemingly able to penetrate all obstacles. His figure, half swallowed by the morning mist, stood out like a solitary statue in the desolate cemetery.

Holding a slightly rough toast sandwich in one hand and a small pot of wine with a light fruity aroma in the other, he leisurely tore off a small piece of bread and slowly put it into his mouth to chew.

Half an hour earlier, he had quietly walked through the village. Unlike Weber and Lanis, he showed little interest in interacting with the villagers. However, his actions weren't deliberately hidden or evasive. Instead, he chose to swagger through the village alleys and open fields, occasionally pausing to observe certain details, sometimes looking up to gaze at the distant mountains, moving with a completely open attitude.

The villagers were clearly not xenophobic. The sandwich and wine he held were proof of this. Along the way, villagers occasionally waved to him, some even enthusiastically offering him snacks and fruit. He didn't dismiss these gestures with indifference, but instead responded with a brief nod and a smile.

But when a village woman insisted on letting him taste her homemade black pudding, he hesitated for a long time and finally refused her kindness.

Since it was a normal outing, they naturally couldn't openly violate the so-called village rules, which meant that one couldn't approach the cemetery alone. Xing Qingfeng's original intention was just to wander around the village, and he had no intention of going to the cemetery.

——It was simply the distribution of magic power throughout the village that led him here.

The magic power in the village fluctuates along with the direction of the earth veins. This is a very normal thing. However, as this is a cemetery, the thoughts of the dead, or "spirits", attached to this place are very few.

But if one observes from a higher level, one will find that the spirits here are actually quite abundant, but they are mixed with the already rich magic power—

The individual's outline is blurred. The individual's spirit and magic are almost indistinguishable, and can only be recognized as a unified mist.

The magical power of the entire village and the spirits of the cemetery merged here, and the whole thing looked like a giant undead ghost.

And in this spiritual field that was constantly entangled with magic power, a few faintly flickering lines were quite abruptly exposed in Xing Qingjiu's field of vision.

"Is that really the case...?" Xing Qingfeng took a sip of the wine in the flask and thought silently in his heart, "The lepton field here doesn't seem to be the result of natural generation. Whether it's the intervention of local people or external factors, it seems to be related to these-"

"--But it doesn't seem like they're really disguising themselves. They're just using some sleight of hand to hide it from ordinary people...?"

Xing Qingqiu stretched out a hand and slowly approached the lines floating in the air. As soon as his fingers touched, the lines scattered like living things, as if unwilling to be touched by him.

"Are you deliberately keeping this ambiguous state..." He frowned slightly, his fingers hovering in the air for a few seconds, and then slowly retracted them.

"It doesn't matter if it's been discovered. This is probably the work of a local," Xing Qingqi thought to himself, taking another bite of his sandwich. He looked up into the depths of the cemetery. The fog was growing thicker, and the source of the lines was also hidden behind it. Although he couldn't fully understand these anomalies, he was certain that only by entering the cemetery could he find the answer.

Despite this, he did not rush to set foot in the cemetery, but chose to continue standing there and leisurely eat breakfast.

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As the hooded girl gently pushed open the iron gate of the cemetery, Weber and Lanis walked into the cemetery under her guidance.

Contrary to Weber's original conception, this cemetery did not exude any solemnity or sacredness. Instead, it exuded a profound loneliness. There were only tombstones inscribed with names and simple histories, planted in the ground. The surrounding fog made the air seem particularly heavy.

The tombstones varied in shape, most made of rough stone, with the occasional cracked or tilted one or two visible. The iron gate in the center of the cemetery was already quite old, its crow pattern inlaid on the gate covered in rust, the brown rust standing out particularly well in the gloomy light.

"This cemetery considers crows sacred, right?" Weber stopped and asked the hooded girl with a hint of curiosity. His voice was amplified by the silence around them and seemed particularly clear.

The girl raised her head slightly, as if she was somewhat bewildered by the question. Her eyes flickered with uneasiness as she whispered, "...Yes, this place is managed by Mr. Belsac." She paused, hesitated, and continued, "But...it seems the landlord is someone else."

Waver didn't ask further questions. He scanned the surroundings and walked silently into the cemetery. He noticed that it didn't look abandoned, but rather surprisingly clean and tidy. The weeds around the tombstones were neatly trimmed, and in some corners one could even see newly plowed paths and carefully swept dust. Belsac or the girl must have been diligently cleaning.

The names and origins of the tomb owners are engraved on the stone tablets, but the stone tablets towards the back are older and more worn, and nearly one-third of them are unreadable.

If you brush your fingertips across the surface of the tombstone, the chill will almost penetrate into your bones.

"...Why did Mr. Weber come here?" The hooded girl's voice broke the silence of the cemetery. She had been standing quietly by the side when she suddenly asked, her voice cautious, as if she wasn't sure if her words were appropriate.

Weber was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her. He didn't quite understand the meaning of the question and frowned slightly.

"Didn't Mr. Belsac tell you?" he asked with a hint of doubt.

The girl was silent for a moment, then hesitantly lowered her head, as if considering her words. "Because that person..." she began slowly, her voice a little low, "He doesn't talk about unnecessary things."

"Well, I have something I'd like him to help me with," Weber nodded slightly and continued, "so I came to ask him to lend me a gravekeeper."

The girl seemed to relax a little after hearing this, and nodded slightly, her eyes still fixed on the ground. "So, Mr. Belsac is going to the city?" she asked, a hint of tentativeness in her tone.

"If he can agree to my request." Weber stopped and tilted his head slightly to look at Lanis, who was still standing quietly. She was staring at a corner of the cemetery with an expressionless face. Then he turned back and said to the girl, "Is there any problem?"

The girl still didn't look at him. Instead, she continued pacing with her head lowered. Her footsteps softly rustled against the damp earth of the cemetery. "No...how should I put it..." Her voice was a little awkward, clearly struggling to express herself. "I...I don't know how to say it."

Weber listened quietly without interrupting her, giving her enough space to organize her words.

"Because I have never left this village." She suddenly said something incoherent.

"Not even once?" Waver asked. It was unclear whether he understood the other person's hidden thoughts or was simply taking over the conversation.

"No. Not even once," the girl replied. "Ah, but occasionally there's a mobile library and vendors laden with goods that come to the village. I've always looked forward to their visits since I was a child!"

"Library, do you like reading?" Weber asked.

The girl nodded, a shy smile playing across her face. "Yes, I like detective novels, especially the classics..." Her voice briefly leaped with joy, as if from that moment on, the surrounding haze had been somewhat dispelled by her excitement. But soon, the girl's smile quickly dissipated, as if extinguished by a flame, and her tone became low. "...Excuse me, I'm talking about my own affairs."

Weber shook his head, indicating he wasn't concerned. "What's there to apologize for? I was the one who asked about you," he said calmly. "After just a few moments of conversation, I could tell you were worried about something. There's no need to be so humble, though. I think you could be more confident."

"Confident..." The girl murmured softly. She lowered her head and was silent for a while, as if she was lost in thought.

Waver noticed this, but didn't rush to ask. He continued calmly, "Mr. Belsac trusted you to lead the way, didn't he? Even if you can't trust yourself, you should be able to trust those close to you, right?"

The girl's right shoulder trembled for a moment. She didn't look at Waver, but still faced to the side and asked:

"Have you ever been like that?"

"Ah... this question is giving me a headache," Waver forced a smile, a hint of bitterness lingering in the corners of his eyes. "After all, I was immature back then. Looking back, I often feel the frustration of 'What's wrong with this guy?'"

"And then..." Waver's tone regained a bit of composure. He continued, his gaze slowly turning to the girl beside him. "I met a few people. One person affirmed my worth and said he would take me in as his servant, which gave me the confidence to stand up straight." He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the mottled tombstones, as if recalling a moment in the past. His voice was low, "Another person... was willing to forgive me even after I made mistakes again and again. He entrusted me with responsibilities when I was still an incompetent and immature person."

Weber paused briefly, as if recalling some unspeakable memory. His eyes wandered slightly, and then he sighed softly, "Alas, as people grow up, there will always be people they trust carelessly." He turned his gaze to Lanis, who was standing not far away, and suddenly raised his eyebrows. Seeing that she was staring at him, he felt a sudden pain in his stomach. He smiled bitterly and quickly turned his head, his gaze returning to the girl. "Besides, being trusted by others is not a good thing."

When the girl heard this, she was stunned and seemed not to understand what he meant.

"Huh? But..." Her voice was a little hesitant. She wanted to refute but didn't know where to start.

Weber waved his hand gently and sighed, "They haven't considered my feelings at all. One task after another has been handed to me like snowflakes. They're talking about providing resources and training, but it's clear they're just dumping all the work on me." He frowned, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "The daily work is fine, but every now and then, there are unexpected assignments. I finally landed an assignment in South America, thinking I could relax a bit, but I end up having to do something I'm completely unfamiliar with. In the end, I'm left standing and coming back lying down."

"And then there's this guy who only cares about the future, never thinking about how to achieve it specifically," Waver continued, his voice gradually becoming more relaxed and self-deprecating. "The specific steps and plans are a complete mess. He didn't even understand the specific scope of the Clock Tower's influence, and he just went off on his own. Really." He smiled bitterly and suddenly shook his hand. "He said 'the mountain is there', and even Mr. Kenneth has become like this, and in the end, I still have to take care of all these things..."

His outburst of emotion was somewhat abrupt, but just as he began to speak in a somewhat relaxed manner, he seemed to realize that he had gone a little too far. Suddenly, he felt as if he felt some unusual gaze falling on him. Waver involuntarily turned his head to look—

I happened to see Xing Qingqi standing outside the cemetery, leaning against the fence, leisurely chewing a sandwich. Xing Qingqi tilted his head back, swallowed the sandwich, and took a sip of wine with a disapproving smile on his face. "Why are you looking at me?" he said nonchalantly. "Aren't you guys having a good chat?"

"Mr. Xing?" Weber didn't react for a moment, frowning and staring blankly, "When did you..."

"...Ah!" The girl next to him also followed his gaze and then noticed Xing Qingwu standing outside.

"Are you... a guest living in the church...?" The girl was stunned for a moment, walked forward, and asked with a look of curiosity and restraint.

Xing Qingqi smiled and waved his hand, appearing quite easygoing. "Xing Qingqi, according to British custom, just call me Xing." He paused and continued, "Because there are regulations in the village that prohibit entering the cemetery alone, I'm waiting here for others to arrive—"

Then he turned around and asked casually:

"--How about this, can I come in?"

"Ah...ah, sure, go ahead..." The girl was stunned for a moment, then answered stiffly, her voice sounding a little flustered.

"Then I'll come in from the door over there and see you later." Xing Qingyu smiled easily, and seemed to realize that his sudden appearance had disturbed the conversation between the two. He turned around quickly and left without any delay.

"When did this guy Xing come here?" Weber rubbed his temples in distress and muttered to himself.

"He was standing there the whole time," Lanis replied. Weber could tell she was trying hard to suppress her inner joy. "He probably saw you guys were having a great time chatting, so he didn't interrupt like I did."

"Really? You didn't even remind me..." Weber sighed softly, and suddenly felt his stomach ache again. "Oh, forget it, you didn't remind me either."

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The editor said that a million words can have a banner promotion, and asked me for a picture. I thought about it for a long time and didn’t know what to choose. After asking the opinions of the book friends in the book club, we photoshopped one together. I feel that this thing will definitely attract people to click.

The original joke comes from the Newton excavator that was under repair. I couldn't help laughing when I was editing it. If you find that there is no picture, just refresh the chapter and it will appear.

Image: "Newton Excavator", Location: "Images/1736952293-100406584-112561400.jpg"

By the way, I recommend this book: Final Robot Wars Fantasy

The introduction is quite appealing to me, maybe it's because of the self-proclaimed fanfiction writer that I resonate with it? Anyway, if you're interested, you can go and have a look.

Summary:

This is a "Final Fantasy" created by a fan writer for some mecha war works he has seen in his life.

This is the cry of life facing fate.

What if... "Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 You Can Do It" doesn't end with the world restarting as the finale of the EVA series?

What if... the Grid Alliance and the Yaba Team met before the Grid Universe?

What if... someone in "Valvrave the Revolution" didn't backstab their classmates, but chose the right path?

What if... "Getter Arc" had an ending where the Arc team faced off against the Getter Emperor?

What if...the apple girl from Windermere could survive the absolute live?

What if... some of the characters in "Mercury's Witch" got what they deserved?