Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"What is this structure?" Xing Qingyu asked, pointing to the screen diagram on the screen.

"The first layer of screens intercepts complete circuits, the middle layer captures repairable modules, and the bottom layer collects completely broken mercury particles. Currently, nearly 87% of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid units can pass through the first layer of screens," Kenneth explained. "The remaining portion will enter the regeneration channel, where it will be broken down and reassembled before being reinjected into the etching process, increasing material utilization to approximately %."

"But every time I design a new module, I have to adjust these filters and even the automatic probes from scratch," Kenneth said, swiping his finger across the screen to bring up the filter structure parameters. He seemed a little impatient, and his fingertips tapped the screen a little harder. "Redesigning all this is quite troublesome—"

A faint metallic smell permeated the air of the workshop. Kenneth turned and walked to the workbench in the corner. He pulled out a sheet from a pile of messy blueprints. It was densely marked with the filter apertures and probe arrangement. He shook the sheet, and dust drifted away in the light.

"—That's why I chose to help you etch with my bare hands back then," Kenneth sighed, spreading the blueprint on the table and pointing at a complex structure with his finger. "But with the current demand, it would take me quite a while to finish engraving it with my bare hands. I don't have that kind of time, so this process is a good opportunity to try."

"It sounds like some kind of woodblock printing." Xing Qingqiu nodded in agreement. "But from what you said, automated etching is almost complete."

"Almost, it's just a test machine," Kenneth replied, his finger sliding across the screen, displaying the operating status of each independent chamber within the alchemical cauldron. Each chamber carried out a different stage of the etching process. "All we need now is to expand the computing power, manually scan the channel structure etched a few days ago, carefully adjust it, and enter it as a preset. Then, we can let the modified furnace automatically etch it and it will be done."

"It's pretty good," Xing Qingfeng said. "I feel like your system can handle most of the problems."

"This furnace is just one part of my plan," Kenneth pointed to the barrel that had just contained liquid mercury. "I've also designed the pre-treatment of the raw materials, but I haven't started making a prototype yet—"

"—Mainly because the high-purity mercury currently on the market can only reach 99.99% purity. While it can be used, the probability of defects increases," Kenneth explained. "My current plan is to use a centrifuge to filter out the impurities and then inject magic power into it for the first step of transmutation."

"Then there's waste liquid recycling." Kenneth walked over to the equipment on the other side and opened a drawer filled with various design sketches and parts. He pulled out a drawing. "Because of the fluidity and plasticity of mercury, there's no need to mask certain modules for defective products to recover costs. If the planned production line is officially launched, the defective products and mercury liquid from failed etching will be centrifuged and re-injected for secondary etching."

After he finished speaking, he handed the blueprint to Xing Qingjiu, then walked to the alchemy cauldron and adjusted a certain parameter.

"Oh, they've referenced the CPU production process, right?" Xing Qingfeng nodded in confirmation, his eyes moving back and forth between the drawings and the screen. "The plan sounds completely mature."

"No...actually, there were a lot of practical problems," Kenneth sighed, his fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, pulling up a lab log. It was densely packed with failures and adjustments. "It took me several years to barely complete this module," he muttered. "After all, mercury has its own characteristics, so there are always unexpected situations that need to be handled manually."

"In this case, even if the process prototype is fully completed, it will be difficult for ordinary people to operate it," Kenneth sighed. "It will require someone who is proficient in both magical theory and modern engineering technology to operate this equipment—"

"—After all, there are so many possible problems, and it's hard to tell exactly where they're going wrong. The best-case scenario is to successfully shut down the machine and then have someone inspect and repair it afterwards. However, most problems still require the operator's on-the-spot reaction time."

"Therefore, the operator's technical level is still a hurdle that cannot be avoided."

"That's a question..." Xing Qingqiu pondered for a moment. "Oh, right, I met the dean of Atlas Academy a few days ago." Xing Qingqiu leaned against the alchemy cauldron and tapped the cauldron lightly with his fingers, making a dull echo. "After I found a way to get their contract, that guy named Zibia told me that I could try to operate it and find a way to let a group of people come to cooperate, to exchange and learn—"

"—I think we can let them see it then."

Kenneth was squatting beside him, looking for something in a pile of drawings. Hearing this, he raised his head and frowned slightly.

"It's not easy to get a contract with the Atlas Academy..." He sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice, "And I've tried to borrow a few of their alchemists before—"

He stood up, spread the blueprints out on the table, and tapped on them. "The alchemists at the Atlas Institute are still thinking in the same way as small workshops, producing single pieces," he paused, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. "So, they've been struggling until the end of the contract period, but haven't achieved any success."

"I mean to recruit their people to be operators," Xing Qingfeng said with a smile, "I think they should meet your requirements."

"The price is too high," Kenneth said. "We have no idea about some technical problems in applications in the past few years. I went to hire people from the Atlas Institute, but they all charged exorbitant prices. It's not worth it." After he said that, he turned and walked to the control console, tapped his fingers quickly on the keyboard a few times, and called up a cost analysis sheet. Complex numbers and charts were displayed on the screen.

"Look, just hiring an alchemist for a year and what he needs, if converted into a budget, would cover my company's research budget for three years," Kenneth said, pointing to the data on the screen, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "And they might not even be willing to do this kind of work. They're all so arrogant, always thinking their skills are for research or saving the world. The magicians in the Clock Tower are no different in this regard."

"Hmm...but the cooperation model at that time will basically be exchange and learning between colleges," Xing Qingyu suddenly thought of something. "Hey, what if I arrange an internship and have each graduate work for you for a year or so? That way, we can save on labor costs."

"In terms of academic ethics, even the magician in the Clock Tower is better than you." Kenneth commented.

Xing Qingyu shrugged and was about to say something when Kenneth suddenly remembered something and turned to walk to the other side of the alchemy cauldron.

"Oh, right, there's a minor issue with this furnace..." Kenneth subconsciously wanted to activate the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, but then he remembered that the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid he brought was being used to inspect the etched structure with a probe. He paused and said, "Help me close the lid of the furnace first."

Xing Qingfu nodded and walked to the alchemical cauldron. Instead of using magic to strengthen his physical strength, he simply grabbed the edge of the lid with both hands, lifted it up with force, and lifted the heavy lid.

His arm muscles tensed slightly; it was clear the lid wasn't light. He aligned it with the opening of the cauldron and slowly lowered it, only to find a tiny gap between the lid and the cauldron, preventing it from fitting perfectly.

"Push down hard, yes," Kenneth said, grabbing a long-handled lever from the side and walking over quickly. He inserted one end of the lever into the lock on the edge of the lid, and with his other hand, he pressed down hard on the other side of the lid. "Don't let go, this thing has to be closed manually..." He said as he used the lever to lock the lock, then took a wrench from the toolbox and began to tighten the set screws.

"Okay, hold this lever down and don't let the screw slip," Kenneth handed the lever to Xing Qingqiu and turned to the control console. "Don't let go the whole time. I'm turning it on."

Xing Qingwu took the lever, pressed it tightly with both hands, but a hint of doubt appeared on his face.

"?"

He froze, his eyes moving between the lever and Kenneth.

"No, you don't even want to improve this problem?" Xing Qingwu couldn't help but ask while pressing the lever hard, "It's not too difficult for you, right?"

Kenneth didn't even turn his head, his fingers operating quickly on the console, and said casually: "It's just a model machine anyway, I don't bother to care about it as long as it works."

Inside the workshop, the humming sound of equipment starting up gradually sounded, the mercury in the alchemy cauldron began to flow slowly, and a silver light flickered faintly through the gap in the lid.

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The production process of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid was conceived based on the production process of CPU. There may be some problems and unrealistic ground instruments, but after all, it is a magic gift set... In short, if there are any flaws, please point them out, after all, I don't understand these things very well (

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Volume 39: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Math Classroom: . Get Out of My Lab

The mercury within the cauldron flowed slowly with a low hum. The silvery liquid shimmered faintly in the transparent observation window, slithering within like some living thing. Kenneth stood at the control panel, his fingers rapidly tapping on the keyboard, adjusting various parameters. On the screen, the energy flow data of the magic circuit and the etching progress bar constantly refreshed, displaying the real-time status of the cauldron.

"We can begin etching now," Kenneth whispered, his finger lightly pressing the Enter key. The mercury within the cauldron instantly accelerated, forming intricate patterns along the pre-set magic circuits. The temperature within the cauldron gradually rose, and tiny bubbles formed on the surface of the mercury, a premonition of boiling.

Xing Qingyu stood aside, his eyes fixed on the flow of mercury in the observation window. His fingers unconsciously tapped the outer wall of the alchemy cauldron, making a soft "tapping" sound. "It looks like it's going well," he said with a hint of relief. "There shouldn't be any problems this time, right?"

"According to those jokes you use every day that no one understands," Kenneth responded tersely, "this is called flag-raising."

"The Flag doesn't necessarily mean it will actually come true," Xing Qingfeng said casually, "Bro believes in metaphysics."

Kenneth paid little attention to Xing Qingjiu. His eyes never left the screen, periodically adjusting the parameters to ensure the stability of the etching process. The mercury lines within the alchemical cauldron gradually became clearer, the outline of the magic circuit began to emerge, and a silver light flickered within the cauldron.

However, at the crucial moment of the etching process, the data on the screen suddenly became abnormal. The fluctuations in the energy flow data of the magic circuit suddenly increased, and the magic field distribution diagram began to show irregular distortions. Kenneth's brow furrowed instantly, and his fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, trying to adjust the parameters to stabilize the system.

"Something's wrong..." he whispered, a hint of nervousness in his tone, "The frequency of energy flow has deviated from the preset value, and the stability of the etching is also decreasing."

Upon hearing this, Xing Qingfeng immediately leaned over to the screen, scanning the constantly refreshing data. "What's going on? Wasn't it fine just now?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.

"It could be a problem with the purity of the mercury," Kenneth explained quickly, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. "We haven't done any centrifugation or other filtering yet, so even with 99.99% purity, there's still a chance of impurities interfering. This kind of problem is probabilistic, and you only run into it if you're unlucky."

He finished speaking, his eyes fixed on the data on the screen, trying to pinpoint the source of the problem. However, the flow of mercury within the cauldron became increasingly erratic, the silvery liquid churning violently within, as if poised to break free at any moment. The temperature within the cauldron also rose rapidly, and tiny cracks began to appear on the observation window.

"No, the furnace will explode if this goes on." Kenneth whispered, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, trying to initiate the emergency shutdown procedure, but the system's response was unusually slow.

"Let me see..." Xing Qingfeng leaned over to the reactor and stared at the mercury flowing inside. The pressure inside the reactor was approaching critical pressure, and bubbles began to form on the surface of the mercury, churning violently like boiling water.

"Then I'll cool down the stove first," he said calmly, as if the crisis before him was just a trivial matter.

"Yes, stabilize the furnace first and lower the temperature," Kenneth said with a frown, his eyes still fixed on the screen, "and drain all the magic power out of the furnace at the same time."

Xing Qingfeng nodded, pressing his palm lightly against the wall of the cauldron, carefully channeling his magical power to cool it down. The mercury flow within the cauldron gradually slowed, the bubbles on the surface began to decrease, and the temperature inside the cauldron dropped at a noticeable rate. The cracks on the observation window stopped expanding, and the pressure inside the cauldron gradually returned to a safe range.

"OK," Xing Qingqiu withdrew his hand, opened his eyes, and said in a relaxed tone, "The furnace is temporarily stable."

Kenneth let out a long sigh, his body relaxing slightly. He removed his fingers from the keyboard and gently rubbed his temples, clearly feeling a bit exhausted from the intense work.

"It almost exploded." Xing Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, looking away from the alchemy cauldron and towards Kenneth. "Does this kind of problem happen often?"

"No, it's a matter of probability," Kenneth shook his head, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "If it's hand-etched, the current mercury purity is more than enough. But if it's mass-produced this way, the mercury's purity isn't high enough, and impurities will occasionally interfere."

He walked over to the alchemical cauldron, placed his palm on it, and felt the temperature change inside. The mercury inside had returned to its calm state, and the silver liquid flowed slowly inside.

"Bad luck this time, I ran into this," Kenneth muttered. He raised his hand to rub his temple, his fingertips stained with sweat, and then rubbed it against the edge of the console. Kenneth's eyes swept across the dense error data on the screen, and his brow furrowed slightly. "But thankfully, we shut it down in time, otherwise the whole workshop would have suffered."

Xing Qingyu stood aside, his hands in his pockets, his gaze returning to the alchemical cauldron. His eyes followed the sensors and tubes wrapped around the cauldron, finally stopping at the obscured ancient Greek inscriptions.

"Hmm..." He nodded, his tone thoughtful, "Have you considered how to solve this problem?"

"It's simple. Just find a way to further increase the purity of the mercury or improve the etching process," Kenneth said casually, his fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, pulling up a lab log. The screen displayed complex parameters and error codes. He scanned the data quickly, his tone calm, "But I think there's a more important optimization—"

When he said this, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at Xing Qingwu quietly.

"?"

Xing Qingjiu stood there looking at Kenneth with confidence, his eyes meeting Kenneth's without any hesitation.

"You don't really think it's my fault being here, do you?" Xing Qingyu asked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Kenneth didn't answer.

"Bro, how long have we known each other? Well, not that long actually," Xing Qingqi continued in a relaxed tone, "but you should trust me, brother. I'm undoubtedly a diligent researcher. If this problem really existed, I wouldn't be able to continue my research."

Kenneth still didn't respond, but just quietly pointed to the exit of the workshop.

"Control variables, Xing," Kenneth said. "We should always try to control these variables."

"But you also said it was purely a matter of luck," said Xingba Sanlin.

"Yes, but I suspect it's pure luck that it happened because you're here," Kenneth replied.

As he spoke, he pointed to the obscured inscription on the alchemy cauldron—

"——'γν θι σεαυτ ν (Know thyself)'!"

"Well," Xing Qingjiu said, his tone a bit exaggeratedly disappointed. He shuffled towards the workshop's exit, shaking his head. "I'm disappointed, brother."

"Remember to retreat two hundred meters away from my workshop." Kenneth said without turning his head, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, and began to modify the preset values ​​of the etching process.

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"Okay, first question, what's your name?" Xing Qingfeng sat on the sofa, leaning against the soft backrest, his gaze fixed on the sofa at the other end. Sitting there was a girl sculpted from Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, a blanket covering her body. The silvery fluid reflected a cold luster under the soft light. Her appearance remained remarkably human, the texture and smoothness of her skin near perfect, even the minute details of her fingertips were perfectly reproduced.

——It just has a metallic sheen on the surface.

"..."

She raised her head in silence, but then lowered it again, as if she couldn't understand Xing Qingqi's question. That silence didn't mean impatience or rejection, but simply showed that she was still in a state of inexpressible emotion.

“…” She did not answer, nor did she make even the simplest movement. Only her lowered head and slightly changing outline shone with a mercury-silver light.

Xing Qingfeng didn't press him. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, glancing at the figure before him, shaped from the Moon Spirit's marrow. He continued, "Hmm... don't you understand the situation?" His voice tinged with patience, his eyes thoughtful. "I should have told you this: King Arthur's resurrection ritual is completely impossible."

"Your previous carrier was recovered by the Atlas Institute," Xing Qingfeng said calmly, "and the dismantling of the temple is also on schedule—"

"—In short, not only is this ritual inherently invalid, it's also absolutely impossible for it to happen again."

"..."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. The girl remained silent, her head bowed, shoulders slightly hunched. She showed no emotion; she simply existed, like a lifeless sculpture. Though her form resembled a human, she remained inanimate. Her silence, devoid of any self-directed will, was filled with a certain inhuman loneliness.

Xing Qingfeng observed her reaction but didn't give up. Instead, he continued, "I think it would be a waste for you to disappear like this." His voice softened. "So I've managed to preserve the data and replace it with a new carrier. It might not be as powerful as the previous Atlas Institute equipment, but it should be more than enough to support your thinking."

The girl still didn't respond. The surface of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid continued to fluctuate as normal, but its tiny ripples didn't reveal any emotional fluctuations. She existed there like an abandoned vessel, silently, without any apparent connection to the outside world.

"..." Xing Qingwu couldn't help but turn his head and look at Kenneth, his eyebrows slightly raised, "What's going on? Is the computing power not enough?"

"No," Kenneth denied. "The performance is completely sufficient. It's just that she has a problem with her thinking."

"Okay," Xing Qingqiu sighed and continued, "Anyway, even though I've retained you, there's actually nothing I need you to do. On the contrary, you can ask for anything you want."

His voice was soft, as if he was trying to break down such a heavy topic bit by bit.

"My own will is worthless." She finally raised her head and said, "My own existence is only for..."

"She's not dead," Xing Qingqi interrupted her and retorted, "She's said to be sleeping soundly somewhere."

"you……"

Xing Qingqi sighed, and without waiting for the girl to respond, he continued, "I'm a contestant in the Fourth Holy Grail War, and so is the guy next to you with hair like lemon strips." He pointed at Kenneth next to him, a hint of a smile on his face. "I should have told you once before at Wilson."

"..."

The girl still didn't respond. A sense of oppressive silence hung in the air, as if time had frozen at that moment. Xing Qingqi turned his gaze towards her again, his brows raised slightly, without a trace of impatience in his eyes.

"I was recreated and preserved for that purpose." She finally spoke, her voice hollow and mechanical, as if she were repeating something that had long been etched into her consciousness. "I am the spirit of that former king, correctly digitized and given form."

Her tone was calm, but the pronunciation and rhythm of each word were as accurate as a machine executing commands, without a trace of warmth.

Xing Qingyu didn't answer immediately. He lowered his head, tapping his knees lightly with his fingertips. After a long silence, he slowly raised his head, his eyes still fixed on her.

"Not really," Xing Qingqi paused for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if recalling something, "King Arthur... or Artoria... I've met her a few times, but I always feel that she doesn't want to be resurrected. How should I put it..."

The girl's eyes finally showed a slight change, but she still didn't make a sound! Reimu was silent, just staring at Xing Qingjiu silently, the metallic luster in her eyes seemed to flicker with faint fluctuations.

"...Rather than accurately quantifying King Arthur's spirit," Xing Qingqiu judged, "it's more accurate to say that it's a product created by those who admire King Arthur, based on their own idealized vision of King Arthur—"

"—And longing is the furthest distance from understanding."

"..." (de 2) jiu ling qiao 彡⑻ ni ① umbrella

The girl did not respond, nor did she express any other extreme emotions. She just sat there quietly, looking lifeless combined with the metal surface.

"Are you curious about what King Arthur is like?"

She suddenly raised her head, her attention immediately drawn there. Although she was still silent, it was obvious that she was looking forward to it.

"The Master who summoned King Arthur back then is still alive," Xing Qingqi said, "They are more familiar with King Arthur than I am—"

"—How about I take you to meet them in two years?"

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I'll see if I can finish another update tonight.