Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

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Volume 40: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Wang Wei's Suspected Awakening

"..."

The girl moved her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped. The hesitation in her expression could almost be clearly seen in her empty eyes.

But her reaction at that moment seemed more striking than her usual silence. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was trying to regain some lost power of speech.

This moment of hesitation seemed particularly long. Xing Qingyu was in no hurry to break the silence. He knew very well that at this moment, he should give the other person some time to be silent. Hidden in this silence was the uneasiness and unexpressed emotions.

"So, what should I do in the next two years?" she murmured. It wasn't so much a question to Xing Qingjiu as it was an unconscious question to herself.

"Uh……"

Xing Qingqiu was stunned for a moment. This question had clearly caught him off guard, and he wasn't immediately prepared to answer. His gaze drifted aimlessly in the air, as if searching for some plausible response.

After a moment, he gently pulled out a wine flask from his bosom, casually unscrewed the lid, poured out a small mouthful of wine, and took a sip. The wine slid down his throat, bringing with it a slight burning sensation.

After calming down a bit, Xing Qingqi raised his eyes, fixed his gaze on the girl again, and said, "I need your behavioral data."

The girl looked at him quietly, with no expression on her face.

"What exactly do you mean?" she asked.

This rhetorical question seemed to be her search for a way to understand her own existence, as if she was simply seeking clarity on certain matters, unconcerned with whether or not she received an immediate answer. Her gaze lingered on Xing Qing's face for a moment, then slowly shifted away, her gaze seemingly fixed more intently on a single, empty point in the air.

"You can do whatever you want," Xing Qingqi smiled, "but I need to make a copy of your behavior data regularly so that I can compare it with the previous ones—"

"—After all, your situation is very special for us researchers," Xing Qingfeng said. "Can you accept what I'm saying?"

The girl's expression remained unchanged. Her body seemed devoid of any ripples of emotion, everything rendered inert by the cold, mechanical power of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid.

After a moment of silence, the girl lowered her head slightly, as if thinking about Xing Qingjiu's words.

"...Okay." She broke the silence, saying quietly and briefly, "I agree."

"Well... then there is another question," Xing Qingyu paused slightly, looking as if he was a little hesitant about whether to ask this question.

"You've been underground for ten years, right?" Xing Qingfeng decided to ask after a moment. "I'm not sure how you feel about this period of time—"

"—but if you want, I can help you delete or blur this memory."

The girl, who had just opened up a little and started communicating with Xing Qingjiu, fell silent again. Her eyes were half-closed, as if she was thinking about Xing Qingjiu's words.

This silence was even longer than before. The bright, sunny morning, as time passed, gradually gave way to the shadows of dusk. Kenneth had long since departed, and the sky had silently darkened. From the twilight of the day to the twilight of the evening, everything outside was still changing, but within the reception room, there was still a dead silence. Only the ticking of the clock and the faint rustling of the air echoed in the stillness.

Xing Qingjiu sighed softly, but didn't show any impatience. Although the other party didn't respond immediately, he didn't mind. He stood up, put the wine jug on the table, walked to the exit of the reception room, and pushed open the door.

——He went straight to the wine cellar!

After the sound of a wooden door gently opening, Xing Qingjiu pulled a bottle of red wine from the cellar. He pulled the cork out and poured the wine into the glass. The wine swirled in the glass like deep amber, exuding a rich aroma. Xing Qingjiu took a gentle sip, savoring the lingering aroma in his mouth. He turned and walked back to the reception room.

He walked up to the girl and gently placed the wine glass on the table, but did not force her to respond. He sat down on his own, seemingly in no hurry to break the silence, but instead quietly waiting for her to react.

A moment later, Xing Qingwu smacked his lips, stood up again, and walked to the kitchen. He then brought out a plate of smoked meat. The meat was slightly charred on the outside, and the aroma filled the air, intertwining with the aroma of red wine, filling the entire reception room.

"Would you like to try it?" Xing Qingyu pushed the plate in front of the girl, his voice soft and tentative. He pointed at the plate on the table, "The five senses simulation, this most basic function, is still no problem—"

His eyes swept over the girl's figure and saw that she was still sitting there like a statue, quiet and silent, as if completely unaffected by the outside world. She showed no emotional reaction and didn't even raise her head.

"--It tastes pretty good." He said softly.

The girl simply shook her head, her movements slow and precise, without a single unnecessary movement. Her head remained lowered, the metallic surface gleaming coldly under the light. That luster extended from her face to her hands, all the way to the sofa where she sat, completely disconnected from the atmosphere of the entire reception room.

Finally, he heard the sound of swallowing.

Xing Qingjiu's gaze flickered from his wine glass, and he paused for a moment. He slowly raised his head, his gaze settling on the girl. He didn't know when, but the girl had been staring intently at the plate in front of her. Those once expressionless eyes now seemed to flicker with a complex emotion under the dim light.

"So, do you have any idea?" Xing Qingwu smiled lightly, pushed the plate in front of the girl, and handed her the knife and fork.

"I..." She opened her mouth, as if thinking about how to express herself, "That memory is the only thing that belongs to me."

"Ah, it's okay." Xing Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly. "From now on, there will be more and more things that belong to you." He relaxed a little, and his tone became gentler. "I understand this feeling."

He poured himself a glass of wine and swirled it gently, the liquid swirling in the glass, shimmering red. "So, a drink... No, are you technically old enough to drink?"

The girl didn't answer, silently picking up her knife and fork. Her movements were awkward, as if she'd never used such tools before, her fingers gripping the handle stiffly. She tried to plunge the knife into the meat, but it didn't separate as easily as she'd imagined. The tip of the knife made a faint scraping sound as it slid across the meat, the blade not completely slicing through the meat, but simply resting on the side.

She paused briefly, a look of confusion on her face, as if she were considering her next move. Then she lowered her head and continued to try to cut, her eyes showing a hint of anxiety. The sound of the knife and fork clashing on the plate was particularly clear in the quiet room.

"Actually, I prefer using chopsticks, but Kenneth doesn't have any." Xing Qingji reached out and gently took the plate back from her. She picked up her knife and fork and expertly began to cut the meat. Once the meat was divided into evenly sized pieces, he pushed the plate back in front of the girl.

The girl paused for a moment, silently staring at the piece of meat before her. Then, she tried to poke a piece of meat with her fork. Her movements were still a little clumsy, but noticeably smoother than before. Her movements were still a little stiff, but gradually became more skilled as time went on. The fork's movement of piercing the meat became more and more rhythmic, and her speed in processing the food on the plate became faster and faster.

Xing Qingqi silently observed her changes. Time slipped by unnoticed, and the food on the plate soon disappeared without a trace. The girl's eyes gradually shifted from the plate, and she looked up at Xing Qingqi, her eyes revealing an unconcealable anticipation.

"?"

Xing Qingwu was sweating profusely. What he had just taken was actually Kenneth's dinner. It didn't matter if Kenneth had no food, but if he continued to eat, Sora and the others would have nothing to eat.

"..." He thought about it, and suddenly cleared his throat awkwardly, smiled, and said lightly: "...I'll take you out to eat."

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When dealing with this child, I was thinking about a question: how should a person who has been underground for eight years and has never been aware of his own value, like an "AI", complete the initial "ice-breaking"?

Later I thought about it and decided to start with food, which represents the so-called human nature being stimulated. It just so happens that Lao Xing is also someone who would do such a thing.

After I finished writing it, I reviewed it carefully. No, this is the spirit of King Arthur, right?

Isn't it a bit too "King Arthur" to use eating as a stimulus for human desire?

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Volume 41: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Mo Fajia

"Uh, sorry, I wanted to take you out to eat," Xing Qingyu looked at the girl in front of him, touched his head awkwardly, and said with a hint of helplessness, "but your current situation... uh, I'm not good at cognitive modification magic, so I can only cook something at home."

He pointed towards the kitchen, looking a little guilty. But he wasn't sure what he was guilty about. He felt that in England, the few home-cooked dishes he made were definitely better than those eaten in restaurants.

It was probably like promising to take your child out to dinner but then finding an excuse to go back on your word, he thought to himself.

But the girl before him seemed unconcerned. She sat quietly, maintaining her impassive demeanor. She wore a shirt that was too large for her, its collar and cuffs loose, almost covering her wrists. The fabric was soft and cheap, clearly not tailored for her figure. Furthermore, her skin—though seemingly smooth and delicate like a human's—had a metallic, cold sheen, shimmering silver under the light. Her eyes, though expressive of emotion and expression, remained lifeless, silently observing Xing Qingfeng's every move.

"Hmm..." Xing Qingfeng looked at the clothes that didn't fit her well and sighed slightly. "When there's a chance in the future, let Lanis find another set of clothes for you."

The girl lowered her head slightly, seemingly unconcerned about her appearance. Her eyes didn't move away from Xing Qingjiu's actions, but instead displayed a look of anticipation. She didn't answer, simply watching Xing Qingjiu continue to work.

Xing Qingyu suddenly realized that her attention was not on the outside world at all, she was only concerned about the food in front of her.

For her, being able to experience this "normal" life was a completely new experience. After all, her memory was almost blank, with only eight years spent underground with the Skeleton Soldiers and the necessary experience that had been instilled in her beforehand. From her physical structure to her life experience, many things were starting from scratch.

As Xing Qingwu placed the iron wok on the stove, he caught a glimpse of the girl in the living room fiddling with a glass. He shook his head, picked up the spatula, and began adding oil to the wok, heating it over high heat. Minced garlic fries in the hot oil, creating fine bubbles, and green pepper slices slide down the side of the wok, splashing a few drops of oil.

The kitchen was soon filled with fragrance, especially the sound of minced garlic popping in the hot oil. I don’t know if the appetite of the girl waiting for dinner in the living room was aroused, but Xing Qingyu felt hungry anyway.

The air was filled with aromas. Xing Qingfeng skillfully added the sliced pork belly to the wok and tossed it. The red oil from the fermented black beans was stir-fried, and the salty aroma of the fermented black beans enveloped each piece of meat, making a sizzling sound. The rising heat made the kitchen air a little thick. As the aroma filled the kitchen doorframe, he heard the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against the sofa.

——The girl was leaning forward slightly, her silver-white hair hanging down to her knees with a metallic luster.

"Would you like to taste the saltiness?" He scooped up half a spoonful of sauce, but before he finished speaking, he realized that the girl might not understand the meaning of his gesture. Sure enough, the girl blinked in confusion. Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment, then lowered his head and poured the sauce back into the pot. "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

After the twice-cooked pork was served, he made Kung Pao Chicken. He controlled the oil temperature perfectly, and the starch-coated chicken slid into the wok with a gentle sizzle. The dried chili peppers tossed and turned in the hot oil, and finally, a sprinkle of fried peanuts completed the dish.

"Wait a minute." Xing Qingyu suddenly seemed to remember something, walked to the refrigerator, and opened the freezer. "Hey, something seems wrong. It can't just be stir-fried dishes, I need to get some side dishes." He rummaged through the refrigerator and finally pulled out two fresh cucumbers. He picked up the kitchen knife and subconsciously hit them directly -

——Then the knife broke.

"Hmm..." Xing Qingwu was a little embarrassed. He originally thought that he could show off his fluent cooking skills, but he didn't expect to encounter this.

"By the way, do you like sour food?" He waved his hand, as if to hide his awkwardness, then re-trimmed the kitchen knife and continued to work while asking, "If you don't like it, I can adjust the taste."

The girl lowered her head and pursed her lips when she heard that. Then she looked up at Xing Qingfeng and spoke slowly:

"Sour... I haven't tasted it." Her voice was a little mechanical, but one could clearly hear her curiosity and anticipation.

Xing Qingwu was stunned for a moment. The knife in his hand paused for a moment and he looked at her blankly.

For her, many things were new, even completely unknown. This reaction surprised Xing Qingyu, but it also made him involuntarily more patient.

The "person" before him was nothing more than a mental model distilled from behavioral data. Eight years ago, King Arthur was summoned during the Fourth Holy Grail War. Like Gray, she resonated with Altria, undergoing a transformation, her personality born from the computational power of the rational reaction.

In other words, her growth trajectory and experience were completely blank. At this moment, Xing Qingyu finally had the feeling that he was actually facing a child.

And this child is facing this strange world with the simplest curiosity.

"Okay, I'll see if I can make you some dessert later," Xing Qingfeng smiled softly and continued to pound the cucumber. "For now, let's just make do with some pounded cucumbers."

He added minced garlic and red pepper to the chopped cucumber, and added a little soy sauce, vinegar and sugar, mixed them together, and then served it on the table with the other dishes.

"Try it," Xing Qingwu brought two bowls of rice, placed one of them in front of the girl, and then handed a spoon to her, "I think what I cooked is still edible." His tone still carried a hint of self-mockery, but there was no sense of coercion, as if to ease the embarrassment of breaking the knife while smacking a cucumber.

The girl looked down at the spoon in her hand, slightly stunned. Her lifeless eyes stared at the spoon, and she tentatively grasped the handle with cautious movements.

Xing Qingyu saw this scene and was about to silently reach out for a spoon to help her, but he stopped in the end.

He felt that perhaps she needed to adapt step by step, to experience these unprecedented details, even the simplest way of eating. After all, this was also part of her gradual connection with the world.

After a long moment, the girl finally and carefully scooped a spoonful of rice and placed it in her mouth. Her movements were still clumsy, and her eyes showed no particular expression as she chewed quietly. After a moment, she slowly spoke. Her voice was still somewhat mechanical, but one could sense the speaker's satisfaction:

"...It's delicious," she said. "I don't have this kind of experience in the database. I like it very much."

"It's pretty good," Xing Qingwu smiled, and did not touch the bowl of rice in front of him. Instead, he took out a wine jug from his pocket, leaned back in his chair, and watched the girl in front of him quickly empty the food in front of her mouthful by mouthful.

Soon the food on the table was completely cleared again.

"How is it?" Xing Qing asked.

The girl raised her head and looked at Xing Qingqiu. Her silver eyes seemed a little empty under the light, as if they had no focus, but they were still full of expectation. Her eyes swept across Xing Qingqiu's face with a hint of curiosity and inquiry, like a child who has just begun to perceive the world.

The corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, as if she was trying to express some emotion, but her expression remained calm, without much fluctuation.

"I... want to try more flavors." She spoke slowly, her voice still a little mechanical, but the anticipation and curiosity in it seemed very real.

Xing Qingjiu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then smiled slightly, took a sip of wine, and said lightly: "No rush, take your time." He put down the wine pot and glanced at the gradually empty plates on the table. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, "But before that, I have a small question——"

"—Do you have a name?"

He had asked this question earlier. But she remained silent, so Xing Qingfeng naturally didn't pursue the matter further. She seemed to have never had a name, perhaps even the concept of "name" had never appeared in her world. He probably understood then that this meant she had no sense of "self," no independent existence of her own.

And now, he raised this question again, his intention probably just like the motto engraved on the alchemical cauldron that forged her current body -

——"γν θι σεαυτ ν (Know thyself)"

However, she, who had just been enjoying her meal, suddenly fell silent again. Her lifeless face seemed to have regained its original emptiness, and her eyes lost focus once again. Her expression was neither angry nor confused, just simply blank, as if she was completely unable to understand the question.

"My proper name...?" she murmured to herself, her tone a little low. It was obvious that she was not too moved by this question. "That doesn't seem to be important." Her voice was uncertain, as if she was not interested in the concept of "name".

"That's quite important," Xing Qingyu stared into her eyes. "You're not King Arthur, or anyone else. I have to call you something."

She continued to stare at him silently, her expression barely changing, though her thoughts were clearly still racing. After a few seconds, she spoke slowly, as if finding a comforting answer. "Ah. If you find the lack of a name inconvenient, you can call me 'Skeleton King.'" She paused briefly. "At least... I was once the king of the undead in the cemetery."

"Skeleton King? That's your social connection, your identity and your extension, but it's not you." Xing Qingfeng paused, his tone becoming more serious. "The name represents you, not your current or former identity."

The girl tilted her head slightly, seemingly unsure of what Xing Qingfeng meant. She raised her eyes, still devoid of any emotion, as if the name alone was enough to represent her existence. Her mindset might be stuck in the moment of her creation, yet to truly experience the awakening of self-awareness.

Xing Qingyu sighed and shook his head helplessly: "Ah... well," he smiled helplessly, "now is not the time-"

"—But the name Skeleton King is definitely not nice," he paused, then muttered to himself, "and it sounds weird too. It has to have a name after all."

"Just call...just call..." He was suddenly stuck, speaking hesitantly, because he really couldn't think of a suitable name at the moment. Using an ordinary name seemed a bit too casual.

"Uh...wait a moment."

Xing Qingyu hurried out of the room. The light from the corridor shone through his shadow, casting a shadow on the wall, giving it a sense of urgency. He pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed. After a few rings, a lazy response came from the other end.

"Hello, is this Guanyue Lingqin?" Xing Qingwu asked anxiously.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit lazy, as if just woke up from a dream, the voice was hoarse and casual: "What's wrong, boss? The funding is sufficient. Didn't we just send you the report of the project you proposed a few days ago?"

"No, I'm looking for Patricia." Xing Qingyu quickly interrupted the other party's dragging tone, "Hurry up, it's urgent."

There was a pause for a few seconds on the other end of the line, as if he was thinking about something. "Huh? Oh... wait a minute."

Then, the voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, and was replaced by another clear voice in an instant.

"Mr. Xing?" Patricia asked, her tone slightly puzzled and calm. "Maybe there's something important?"

Xing Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, quickly gathering his thoughts, and then spoke at a rapid pace, "I have a girl here. A training model created by distilling King Arthur's behavioral data has mutated, eventually developing an independent personality. I've preserved her and inserted her into the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid to operate. Can you help me choose a name for her?"

Xing Qingqiu spoke rapidly, relying on the fact that he was a product of evil alchemy and didn't need to breathe or gasp.

"?" Patricia's voice paused for two seconds, as if she was trying to understand what had just been said. "Can you repeat it again?"

This time, Xing Qingwu adjusted his speaking speed, deliberately paused, took a breath, and explained the situation again in a concise and clear manner.