Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"The micrometeorite shower was unable to cause effective damage to the coating, and the wear was much lower than expected."

"Well, we can proceed to the final step of the test." Newton nodded with a satisfied look on his face.

He laid his hands on his carefully crafted masterpiece and ruthlessly tore its shell apart—

"The data is normal. The 'Hephaestus System' has started running and is automatically repairing..." The shell that was originally torn into pieces was wrapped by the golden liquid flowing out of the cabin. The liquid gradually deformed and solidified, and finally turned into the original appearance of the shell.

"Repair is complete, the memory system is in good working order, and it can handle most injuries."

"What about material losses?" Newton asked, his voice filled with professional calmness.

"About 1.2 percent, and the energy loss is about 0.7 percent." Xing Qingyu replied with amazement in his eyes.

"The shell's physical strength is also above the theoretical value. Good, the simulation was successful."

"Then, let's launch it tomorrow."

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Speaking of Newton's departure, I actually think he'll leave after Game 4 and return in the finale. Because based on Newton's characterization, if he doesn't leave, the protagonist, who inherited his spirit, will have a hard time growing. I'll write about this in the next chapter, but I feel like I'm going to run out of time today...

My idea is similar to Kiritsugu and Shirou, where the protagonist inherits Newton's thoughts and ideas, rather than simply his academic knowledge. Therefore, after some growth, he will get closer and closer to Newton, but not completely the same.

That’s about it. Anyway, I’m a new author with a new book. Please vote, collect and give me some comments. Thank you!

Volume 29: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . :, on the eve of takeoff

The Matou family's backyard was bathed in soft moonlight, as if drenched in a silver ocean. The rebuilt courtyard no longer retained its original distinctive style, leaving only a simple and ordinary layout. The vegetation was well-arranged, the paths winding, and a few trees swaying gently in the breeze. The grounds were covered with smooth lawns, surrounded by a few low shrubs, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

Yet, this tranquility belies the signs of recent reconstruction. The devastating impact of the previous launch accident nearly razed the entire courtyard. Now, after restoration, the courtyard blossoms with new life at night, but some remnants remain. The newly planted lawn stands out with its vibrant green, a stark contrast to the surrounding old growth. Cracks in the ground have been filled, but faint traces of the recent upheaval remain.

In the center of the courtyard stood a brand-new launch pad, its silver metal surface gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Surrounding the launch pad were a variety of complex instruments and equipment, most of which had been recently installed and still gleamed with a new luster. Around the launch pad's base, traces of scorch marks and scattered metal fragments remained, as if still telling of the tragedy of the accident.

Beside the launch pad, a massive satellite-like manned spacecraft stood quietly, ready for tomorrow's launch. The station's surface was coated with a coating specially designed by Newton, emitting a faint blue glow under the night light. Its outer shell was pierced with countless tiny holes and wiring, revealing the complex structure within. A variety of pipes and connecting wires were tightly interwoven like a vast spider web, fully prepared for the upcoming launch.

In one corner of the courtyard, a few newly laid flagstones stood out, replacing the old ones destroyed in the previous explosion. Traces of fresh soil were faintly visible on the slabs, indicating they had been recently installed. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the surface of the pond rippled gently, resonating harmoniously with the tranquility of the courtyard. The air was filled with the faint scent of green grass, accompanied by the uniquely fresh air of the evening, creating a sense of profound tranquility.

The courtyard outside the window was quiet and beautiful. Moonlight shone on the launch pad, casting long shadows. In the room, the alarm clock on the bedside showed one in the morning, but Xing Qingfeng still couldn't fall asleep.

He tossed and turned in bed, but there was no sign of sleep. The mingled anxiety and anticipation within him made it difficult for Xing Qing to calm down. Finally, he decided to get up, leave the bed, and head to the backyard of the Matou residence, hoping the tranquility of the courtyard would soothe his heart.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?" Newton's voice came from behind him, with a hint of concern.

"Teacher, you haven't slept either?" Xing Qingyu asked in surprise. Seeing Newton beside him, he didn't feel so nervous for some reason.

"As a Servant, I don't need sleep." Newton shrugged and gestured for Xing Qingfeng to sit on the elevated corridor under the eaves of the house. "Perfect, will you chat with me?"

Xing Qing walked to the edge of the courtyard. Under the faint moonlight, the wooden floor shone with a faint luster. He sat down and felt the coolness of the night. In the distance, the trees in the courtyard stood quietly, and the breeze blew, and the leaves rustled.

"The thought of going to space tomorrow feels a little unrealistic." Xing Qingyu sighed, his eyes revealing a longing for the future and a hint of uneasiness.

"I always feel like I'm living in a dream. I came to this world inexplicably a few months ago. I'm still worried about the language barrier. I'm busy every day and I'm happy when I sell a few more pancakes." His voice was a little nostalgic, as if he was recalling the past days.

"Then I was going to die again. To be honest, looking back now, I actually felt a sense of relief at that time." Xing Qingyu shook his head with a bitter smile on his face. "I thought I could go home after I died."

"Then, I met the teacher."

Newton listened quietly, knowing that the young man needed to speak out what was in his heart.

"Following you, I've stepped into the so-called world of magic. I always feel like I've been living in a dream." Xing Qingqi said with a smile, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "My original dream was so small, just to sell more pancakes and find a way to move to a bigger house."

"I never thought that in the blink of an eye, the stars that were once out of reach would be within my reach." Xing Qingqi stretched out his hand, as if to touch the sparse starry sky. Under the light pollution of the city, the once starry sky was now reduced to only a few bright stars. "It's wonderful..."

Newton's gaze followed Xing Qingjiu's finger and looked at the silent night sky, with a hint of relief and expectation in his eyes.

"I can't sleep because I'm always afraid that when I wake up, all these beautiful things will disappear like a bubble." Xing Qingyu lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm actually afraid of returning to a life where I worry about making a living every day."

Newton sighed softly, reached out and touched Xing Qingqi's head, and said gently but firmly, "Your vision is destined to not be bound by the gravity of this era." The melancholy on his face was well hidden under the cover of the night. "Perhaps, it's just not now."

Xing Qingyu raised his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"I hope young people can inherit a better world without hesitation and explore the future without any burden." Newton's eyes were firm. "So, don't worry, as long as I'm here, you don't need to worry about these things. The gravity of reality is enough to constrain us."

"Really? Then I'm relieved." Xing Qingyu smiled with relief, as if a stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground. "Honestly, when I was lying in bed worrying that all this would no longer exist when I woke up, I..."

“…I really want to go home.”

"I will help you go back." Newton patted Xing Qingqiu's shoulder. "Believe me, I can see that future. I will help you go home."

"So you don't need to worry about these. You just need to look forward. As a traveler, a young person from the future, enjoy the beauty of this era and explore the future in your eyes. That's enough." Newton's voice was soft and firm, as if guiding the direction for Xing Qingjiu's future.

"Ding Zhen?... am I serious?"

"I promise, I, Isaac Newton, will help you go home." Newton's tone was full of determination.

Moonlight dappled the flagstones, illuminating the winding path and the scattered greenery of the courtyard. Kenneth sat in a chair in his bedroom, wine glass in hand, staring quietly out the window. The wind carried the conversation downstairs to his ears. He listened quietly to the conversation between the master and apprentice, immersing himself in it.

Xing Qingfeng gazed at the detector before him, his heart filled with new hope and confidence. "Then there's really nothing to worry about." He looked at Newton, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "Teacher, I just realized that you really have caught up with hundreds of years of human technological development in just a few days."

"No, I can't do it." Newton shook his head, gazing at the distant night sky. His gaze pierced through the darkness, as if pursuing something. "This probe and manned spacecraft have proven my limits."

The night breeze brought a hint of coolness, and the bamboo leaves in the courtyard rustled in the wind. Moonlight cast mottled shadows on the stone lanterns.

"If I were to completely break away from the mystery, my limit would be the test object that couldn't even successfully launch on the first day." Newton's voice was low and firm, with a hint of helplessness.

Xing Qingfeng frowned, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him. Newton continued, "I've been racking my brains these days. My designs have been constantly rejected by myself. Parts that could have been made purely through technology have been forced to use alchemy to mimic the effects, creating something that seems to be something else." His words were filled with fatigue.

"But didn't you say alchemy is the science closest to the truth of the world? It doesn't really make any difference, right? There's nothing I can do about it due to time constraints."

Newton smiled slightly, the confidence in his eyes never faded, but a deep sense of fatigue and helplessness could be felt in his tone.

"It's fine to fool others with that kind of words, but it would be ridiculous if you fooled yourself and started to indulge in this kind of self-satisfaction," he said with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

He looked up at the night sky, as if contemplating something. "I've calculated that if I didn't rely on the mystical, it would take me ninety-seven years, nearly a century."

"But in just twenty years, the technological level of human society will reach a new level. All that information revolution and IT technology you talk about is almost incomprehensible to me."

"really?"

"Fake, I can understand." Newton shrugged.

"So, this forgery only proves—" Newton paused, his gaze returning to Xing Qingfeng. "I, Isaac Newton, have completely fallen behind the times. This is no longer the age where a few individuals can lead epoch-making technological revolutions. I was the one who laid the foundation, but in just a few centuries, I've fallen behind."

Xing Qingfeng looked at Newton, feeling a complex mix of emotions. He had never imagined that this teacher, who he considered omnipotent, could actually feel this powerless.

"This world does not belong to the dead, and it will not be the old who create the new era." Newton smiled with relief, a smile that carried a hint of bitterness and a calm acceptance of reality. "The future belongs to you young people, so—"

"Xing Qingfeng, you have to remember this: Don't be afraid of getting hurt, don't be afraid of failure, and remember what you are pursuing." Newton said, "I can see the future and the direction of destiny."

"What is this? An ability to manipulate fate?"

"I've only calculated the most likely developments. However, if I extrapolate from the origin, I can calculate all the general directions and possibilities of this universe from its beginning to its end." Newton shook his head, his gaze calm, as if he had transcended time and seen images of the future. "Even if you don't have an origin, I can still use my rough calculations to see changes in the future of this world."

“Will I change the world?”

"A little bit, not too much, but enough to make the world a better place."

"Then I'll be satisfied."

Newton smiled slightly and looked at Xing Qing with a warm expression. "Aren't you going to ask me what I saw?"

"That's boring. Reading the script in advance is too boring." Xing Qingyu scratched his head. "It feels like something an old man who fears failure would do."

"Hahaha, great, that's great." Newton patted Xing Qingjiu's head with satisfaction, his eyes full of trust in his student. "I hope you can remember this: if you want to break free from the constraints of gravity, don't interfere too much with worldly affairs."

Xing Qingyu raised his head and looked at Newton, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Do you think I'll become a vulgar person?"

Newton smiled and shook his head. "Even if you're surrounded by filth, you'll still soar high and change the world."

The two were silent for a while. The only sounds in the courtyard were the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves and the faint chirping of insects in the distance.

"Remember, when I was young, the magic world, I mean the Clock Tower, wanted to ban my books, so I beat them so hard that they dared not show their heads again." Newton recalled the past, a trace of nostalgia and determination flashing in his eyes.

"Of course, you said you took on the entire clock tower by yourself."

"Guess why I didn't take action against the Holy Church, even though they blatantly tampered with the Bible and elevated someone who didn't belong to God to the throne, but I never publicly objected to this in my entire life?" Newton's eyes revealed a hint of complex emotions.

"Because I didn't know who to attack. Violence wouldn't solve the problem. Even killing all the bishops at the time wouldn't have helped. Besides, they weren't wrong either. It's not so much that the Catholic Church was influencing the secular world, but rather that the secular Church was influencing the Catholic Church." Newton recalled the past, his voice filled with a hint of helplessness and relief. "I could have changed the church, I could have corrected the Bible, but I didn't—"

"-That would cost me my whole life. I have never bowed to nobility and mystery, but I have to kneel to the secular world." Newton sighed, his eyes revealing emotion for the past.

"So, I escaped from the gravity of reality. I taught alone in Cambridge, forcing myself not to look at those things and immersing myself in my own world."

"Qingjiu, remember these words of mine." Newton's voice was filled with earnestness and hope. "In the final analysis, all of us are repeating the same fate and making the same mistakes."

"At the same time, I am also pursuing that unchanging ideal."

"Do you think I'll be caught by the gravity of reality?"

"I do not know."

Newton shook his head, his tone containing quite complicated emotions.

"You are so kind."

"Teacher, who can understand what you are saying?" Xing Qingyu scratched his head. "It's too much of a riddle."

"You'll understand in the future."

"Don't worry, I believe that once you witness the vastness of space with your own eyes—"

"—then you will never be captured by the gravity of the Earth."

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I will update today and try to write Takeoff before it goes on the shelves.

About those things that I just wanted a second recommended editor but was notified that it was ready to be put on the shelves (

Volume 30: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Wuhu Takes Off

The morning light bathed the courtyard of the Matou family residence. The sun had just risen, bathing the courtyard in a warm golden glow. The air was filled with the fresh scent of morning dew, and the leaves rustled softly in the breeze. After yesterday's preparations, the moment of the final launch had finally arrived.

On the launch pad in the center of the lawn, the satellite-like spacecraft and the space probe, Voyager-i, gleamed in the sunlight, appearing exceptionally majestic. The silver hull of the spacecraft, against the golden morning light, resembled a work of art, resplendent and majestic. The surrounding grounds were dotted with various instruments and equipment, their displays constantly updating data with a gentle humming sound. The entire courtyard seemed bustling and orderly.

Xing Qingfeng walked across the lawn, holding a terminal connected to the equipment, conducting a final check. His eyes were focused, his face tinged with nervous anticipation. He checked the data as he walked, ensuring every step was flawless. He knew every detail was crucial to the success of this launch, so he couldn't afford to slack off.

"All systems have been confirmed and everything is normal." Xing Qingyu said to Newton and Kenneth who were standing beside him, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Very good, we have achieved our best. Now, we just need to wait for that moment to come." Newton nodded.

"All ground control systems are ready and the countdown can start at any time." Kenneth replied. He looked at Xing Qingqi who couldn't wait to put on the space suit, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

"Well...you two," he thought for a long time and finally made up his mind to make this wish, "Excuse me, how many people can the spacecraft carry at most?"

"I want to go up and take a look too." There was a hint of nervousness and anticipation in his voice.

"Hmm?" Xing Qingqiu stopped putting on his spacesuit and turned to look at Kenneth. "Tell me earlier, teacher, can the manned spacecraft hold three people?"

"It might be a little crowded, but there's no other problem." Newton replied without looking up and continued to check the data in his hand.

"Then this space suit shouldn't be just some kind of decoration," Xing Qingqiu said as he took off the space suit he was wearing and stuffed it into Kenneth's arms. "Kenneth, see if you can put it on."

Kenneth was stunned when he saw the spacesuit casually stuffed into his arms. He looked down at the spacesuit, then up at Xing Qingjiu, seemingly at a loss.

"Wait, is this decided just like that?" Kenneth was a little incredulous. He wanted to push the spacesuit back but couldn't bear to do so. "I remember the original plan only had two people..."

"Go weigh yourself, and I'll calculate how much extra fuel we need." Xing Qingfeng ignored Kenneth's nagging and continued busy with his inspection. "Hurry up, if we act quickly, we can still take off as planned today."

"Oh, oh..." Kenneth responded and hurriedly ran to the weighing instrument on the ground.

"Teacher, I remember the original design included space for an extra fuel tank."

"There's a fuel tank reserved for Quantum Pieces (QP) in the propulsion rocket, but it's not used," Newton replied, pointing to a hidden hatch beneath the launch pad. "The supporting conversion facilities are complete, so no additional modifications are required."

"Hmm... what is the fuel mass ratio of our rocket to send the payload into LEO (Low Earth Orbit, usually refers to the orbit about 200-2000 kilometers from the Earth's surface)?" Xing Qingqi frowned and began to think quickly.

"The theoretical value is sixteen to one, and the actual estimate is about eighteen to one." Newton answered quickly, his eyes not leaving the terminal screen in his hand.

"That would require about 1.3 tons of fuel." Xing Qingfeng did some calculations on the terminal and handed the estimate to Newton. "How much does that translate to in terms of quantum fragments?"

"The theoretical value is 780 kilograms. Considering various losses, let's just use 800 kilograms." Newton looked at the name on the schedule and finally couldn't help but exclaim, "Why is it called quantum fragmentation? It's such an insult to my intelligence."

"Good question, I want to know that too." Xing Qingfeng pointed at Kenneth, who was struggling with his space suit. "Let's ask Director Kenneth, who knows the most about modern magic."

"That's a name that came from the Atlas Academy." Kenneth wiped the sweat from his forehead and adjusted the shoulder straps of his spacesuit. "It has nothing to do with the Clock Tower."

"A quantum itself refers to the smallest, indivisible unit of a physical quantity. What are quantum fragments? If a quantum can be broken into fragments, then that quantum is not the smallest unit. Its fragments should be called quanta."

"Who knows? Maybe the person who came up with the name thought it was trendy." Xing Qingfeng shrugged and continued to check the instrument. "In our time, adding the prefix 'quantum' to anything instantly made it look more sophisticated."

"I don't understand modern people's aesthetic taste." Newton shook his head and walked towards the fuel tank to start adding fuel to the additional fuel tank.

"So, is that the decision?" Kenneth was still a little unsure. "Suddenly changing plans like this shouldn't be..."

"Why are you so nagging?" Xing Qingfeng was a little puzzled. "If you want to go up and you can go up, then why not go?"

"Please, there are only three of us here. We're not like some formal aerospace organization that requires advance notification for everything," Xing Qingqiu said. "This is just a cheap little workshop. It's probably a problem that there's no space for a third person in the design itself."