Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

But the editor said there was no problem, so I felt relieved.

Let's talk about the ideas and general plans for this book. While there will still be some contact with the original characters, there won't be much duplication of the existing plot. I will be designing new plots. For example, Caleb's bottom line is opened by the director seeking technical support from the protagonist and the organization he founded, and then obtaining a place in the five wars through the protagonist. However, there is no need to write about Solomon's smooth sailing through the five wars.

Regarding the development of science and technology, rather than writing about the development of advanced technology in the Type-Moon world, or all the fancy "techniques" that you'd find in other science fiction, I prefer the protagonist's role to break down the barriers between mystery and science, using scientific theories to explain and prove the mysteries. And in just a few decades, pushing the world into a purely scientific, ultra-high-tech world seems a bit too much for a protagonist without any cheats (laughs).

For example, in the next volume, my original Kyoto Subspecies Holy Grail War arc, the protagonist's research aims to prove the existence of spirits using field theory, while also addressing the FSN setting, where "technology cannot interfere with Servants." Why does the True Aether fade, and what effect does it have on living things? I'll use a real-life mass extinction as an answer to the archaeological thread, and a partial answer has already been revealed: it's related to tides. This also aligns with the setting mentioned in the Sky Realm: "Due to the relationship between the Earth's rotation and the position of the Moon at the time, and the orbits of the planets, the world was filled with spiritual energy."

In short, this is probably the style of painting, which mainly focuses on theoretical research.

Emergency patch later: Because this thing is too boring to write and I'm sure everyone doesn't like it, so it's changed to a side quest, which won't take up too much space but will ensure its presence (

As for the first law, it is related to the breakdown of the balance between matter and dark matter, the fourth law is related to the incomplete symmetry, and the fifth law is related to entropy... oh, there are too many, so I won’t spoil it. The specific explanations will be released slowly in the following text.

At the same time, I am also quite interested in science related to humanities. For example, for the Indian paper, I will combine religious studies and mythology and explain it to you in a form similar to humanities science fiction. That’s about it.

So much research is put on a protagonist who has no special skills. He will definitely not be able to bear it, right? So the protagonist will seek like-minded people and establish a research institute. This is also his way of truly changing the world and avoiding the BE Lostbelt in this book.

As for the subsequent Caleb bottom line, singularity two, Cumingwu Sanbaqi① { and Lostbelt, I created two and one respectively, so I will keep them secret for now.

That’s about it, I won’t reveal too much, let me leave some mystery for the story that follows.

Finally, I hope everyone can support me. If you want to buy the book, please click on the automatic subscription or something. Since I can’t receive it with only 2,000, I don’t expect my grades to be very good on the first day. I’ll take it slow. I hope this book can earn enough to pay for my tuition in the second half of the year, and then I’ll be satisfied.

Okay, I just want to ask for a first order (

In short, thank you all for your support. I will try my best to bring you interesting stories.

Oh, and by the way, if you can't accept the fact that there is no female protagonist, there is no need to continue reading, because I don't have much ability to arrange the love line. I will put the tag of no female protagonist later. I am really sorry for disappointing everyone's discussion and expectations in the thread.

From Altria's psychological activities, we can see that I have to admit that I am good at writing men, but I don't have that feeling when writing women.

That’s all. Thank you all for your support.

Volume 32: Alchemy's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . The Aether Hypothesis

In the vast expanse of space, Newton was conducting exploration missions. He didn't wear the heavy spacesuits of modern astronauts, but simply tied himself to the space capsule with a sturdy rope. The other end of the rope was firmly fixed to the cabin wall to prevent him from floating away in the weightless environment.

Newton floated in space, his clothing swaying gently with his every movement. He held no modern measuring instruments, only an ordinary pencil and a tablet. All around him was a world filled with satellites and their debris. Discarded metal fragments and defunct satellite parts drifted silently, reflecting tiny glimmers in the sunlight, twinkling like distant stars.

The orbits of all the planets were consistent with the calculations, but the positional relationship between the Earth and the Moon was clearly abnormal. Newton, floating in the weightless environment, wrote down various data and observations on a tablet with a pencil in his hand, his expression solemn. "The angular momentum has changed."

It wasn't that Sir Newton was old-fashioned, using only pen and paper. It was simply that in the aether-deficient environment of space, any magical instrument exposed outside the cabin would instantly cease to function. In fact, if Newton hadn't forcibly incarnated and materialized himself, he wouldn't have been able to operate for long in the thin aether.

Ether, the necessary medium for spirits to form, gives form to the Servants, who are spirits, and materializes them. The bodies of the Servants summoned in the Holy Grail War are all composed of ether. In an environment with a thin ether, the high concentration of ether that constitutes the Servants' bodies naturally dissipates to areas with lower concentrations. This means that Newton must constantly expend his own energy to maintain his materialized state.

Although for Newton this consumption is almost the same as nothing.

"The dissipation of the true ether should be related to this, but I still lack sufficient evidence." Newton shook his head, gently pushing on the handrails outside the spacecraft, and slowly drifting to different observation points. He carefully observed the movements of stars and satellite debris, precisely measuring the positions and distances of various celestial bodies and objects. On his recorder, densely written predictions were filled, and these calculations all coincided with his observations.

Except for the Earth-Moon system.

It’s not that there are any problems with its current motion relationship. The current interaction between the Earth and the Moon is completely consistent with Newton’s calculations from more than 200 years ago, but there are considerable problems with the positional relationship.

——If we start calculating from the birth of the ocean, and if this movement relationship has been followed for the past hundreds of millions of years, then the relative positions of the Earth-Moon system would definitely not be so close.

In other words, the motion relationship between the Earth and the Moon must have changed.

"Teacher, what's the result?" Xing Qingfu's voice came from the bone conduction headphones, and his voice sounded a little distorted in the headphones.

"The positional relationship between the Earth and the Moon is wrong; they are too close," Newton replied.

"I think it has something to do with tidal effects," Xing Qingfeng proposed his long-prepared hypothesis. "Because the Earth's rotation speed is faster than the Moon's orbital speed, the tidal effect caused by the Moon moves in the opposite direction of the Earth's rotation, from east to west. This friction with the ocean floor causes the Earth's rotation to slow down."

"You're right. I was the one who proposed the physical cause of tides." Newton's tone was a little proud, but more of a serious analysis of the current phenomenon.

"Huh?" Xing Qingyu felt as if he had enthusiastically submitted a project seemingly unrelated to his advisor's field, only to discover his advisor had long since become a leading figure in the field. "So, should I continue?"

"The tidal peaks on Earth in turn affect the motion of the Moon, causing the Moon's orbital angular momentum to increase."

"The general direction is correct," Newton added. "The total angular momentum of the Earth-Moon system is conserved. The Earth's rotational angular momentum gradually decreases, while the Moon's orbital angular momentum gradually increases. Therefore, the Moon will gradually move away from the Earth."

"But as you said, the calculated results don't match actual observations," Xing Qingqi said. "This means there must be something missing from our calculations."

The current motion relationship is consistent with your calculations from two hundred years ago, indicating that this variable disappeared long ago, and therefore no longer affects the motion of the Earth-Moon system, which is—"

"—The dissipation of the True Aether." The two said in unison.

Newton floated in the darkness of the universe, with stars and distant galaxies behind him. His eyes were focused on the handwriting board in his hand, which was densely covered with records of their research results and discussions.

He used the pencil in his hand to write down their shared speculations and discoveries on the board, his pen drawing clear lines on the paper, his thoughts flowing as freely as his pen strokes.

"But this only proves that true ether will affect the angular momentum of the Earth-Moon system, and there is a lack of actual evidence. I didn't even notice that the positional relationship between the Earth and the Moon was wrong back then. I was probably too dependent on pen and paper." Newton sighed.

"I have a further hypothesis." Xing Qingfu's distorted voice continued to come from the headset.

"Earth's tidal peaks will increase the Moon's energy, but based on our actual observations, the Earth-Moon system is too close to each other. This means that for a considerable period of time, this energy isn't applied to the Moon—"

"—where did they go?"

"Do you think this is the reason for the birth of true ether?" Newton's brows relaxed a little, revealing a hint of interest.

"Yes, that's the truth I suspected," Xing Qingfeng said confidently, his distorted voice carrying obvious excitement and determination. "Although there's a lack of actual evidence, I believe this is because this energy wasn't added to the moon, but was converted into true ether and dissipated into the Earth. This also explains why the Earth-Moon relationship is abnormal. When true ether exists, the torque on the moon is smaller, causing it to move away from the Earth more slowly."

"In other words, true ether is also a kind of tidal energy."

"Yes, it has considerable value as a conjecture."

"And I have another guess," Xing Qingyu continued, his voice revealing even more nervousness and anticipation, "although this guess has almost no evidence, it's just... a hunch."

"I believe that the generation and dissipation of true ether is cyclical, with a cycle of hundreds of millions of years." Xing Qingqiu continued, his voice sounding unusually clear in the headset.

"This cyclical phenomenon explains the anomaly of the Earth-Moon system. During the peak period of each True Aether cycle, the spiritual energy increases significantly, affecting the angular momentum and relative position of the Earth-Moon system. During the trough period, the True Aether gradually dissipates, and the Earth-Moon system returns to normal."

“Is it provable?”

"Considering what you mentioned earlier, organisms adapted to true ether find it difficult to adapt to an environment without ether. For organisms adapted to an environment without ether, true ether is extremely toxic."

"I therefore infer—"

"-If this conjecture is correct, then there must be a mass extinction of life, which is related to the birth of true ether." Xing Qingfeng said immediately after Newton's words.

Newton nodded, a hint of recognition in his eyes, "But humans have adapted to both environments where true ether exists and environments where true ether is absent." He pointed out the flaws in Xing Qingjiu's theory quite accurately.

"There are two hypotheses," Xing Qingfeng answered without hesitation, having obviously considered this point. "One is that most organisms will become extinct due to their inability to adapt, but some will survive."

"The other is..."

"Do you think this is how ether was born after the Common Era?" Newton raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, as a substitute for the real ether, although I can't explain how the ether came into being." Xing Qingfeng said as he swung back and forth in the satellite debris. "How did the First Law produce the ether? Why did it produce the ether? What exactly happened around the year 1 AD?"

"There is too little known information." Newton shook his head. "It cannot be proved or disproven, it can only be a conjecture."

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Kenneth was hesitating, he didn't know whether he should take this step.

It wasn't that he feared the outer space; his mind was completely captivated by the scenery outside the porthole. The boundless starry sky, the twinkling stars, the azure curve of the Earth all filled him with a sense of incomparable tranquility and awe. After all, who could resist wandering through space in a spacesuit? That feeling of floating freely was unmatched by any experience on Earth.

He was just worried about the quality of the space suit he was wearing. If it was a space suit made entirely by Newton, Kenneth would certainly not have any doubts.

—but he was quite aware of how perfunctory he had been in making the suit.

Memories flooded back, the scene vividly remembered. That day, when he learned the spacesuit was just a shell, Kenneth, having spent the day screwing in screws, wanted nothing more than to rest. Exhausted, he didn't even bother carefully inspecting the materials after receiving them, simply assembling them carelessly. He numbly installed each component, absentmindedly tightening each screw.

He clearly remembered that after he had assembled the shell of the space suit, there were still quite a few parts left on the table. Those parts lay there quietly, and he fell asleep on the sofa without even looking at them.

Now it's his turn to wear this space suit. Haha, this is really humorous.

Although Newton's modifications meant it was guaranteed to function flawlessly, Kenneth still felt a bit worried. His mind kept turning to the forgotten parts, and he began to wonder if they would cause the suit to malfunction at the most critical moment. Scenarios flashed through his mind: a seam suddenly ripping open, the oxygen supply failing, the communication system disconnected... Each possibility was potentially fatal.

Kenneth took a deep breath to calm himself. He told himself that Newton's improvements had certainly made up for his initial mistakes. However, the doubts in his heart still lingered.

Even if his spacesuit was perfectly intact, stepping out of the capsule was a considerable psychological challenge for Kenneth. It was like trying skydiving for the first time; even with an intact parachute, most people would struggle to take that step, let alone knowing there might be a problem. The vastness and unknown nature of space brought Kenneth even more fear at that moment.

Unable to make up his mind to take this step, Kenneth simply requested to take his shift inside the cabin. He tried to focus on the task at hand. The equipment inside the station operated silently, with only the occasional faint hum of mechanical operation. He couldn't understand much of the parameters on the control panel before him. Although it was a full cabin inspection, it was just to keep himself occupied. The weightless environment made every movement slow and graceful, and the various tools and equipment floating in the air seemed particularly peaceful.

"Kenneth, open the Jiuba Gate of Yiling=Yijinwusi." Xing Qing's voice came from the headset. Perhaps their exploration mission was completed.

Kenneth quickly entered a command on the console, unlocking the hatch. With a slight hiss, the hatch slowly opened. Xing Qingqi firmly grasped the handrail and entered the manned cabin, waiting for the second sealed hatch to open. Sweat dripped down Xing Qingqi's forehead, the microgravity causing it to form small spheres that floated around his face.

"Change shifts, change shifts. The teacher will be back soon to calculate some data. We will go out later and he will stay on duty." Xing Qingfu stepped out of the second hatch and shouted to Kenneth. There was a hint of fatigue after excitement in his voice, but more of it was still anticipation.

Kenneth's heart tightened. He had thought he could temporarily avoid the mission outside the spacecraft, but it was clear that this plan would not last long. He nodded silently, hiding his inner hesitation and uneasiness, and began to prepare. He quickly checked his spacesuit, making sure all the equipment was functioning properly.

Soon, Newton also returned to the cabin. Without saying anything, he continued to bury his head in his work, occasionally calling up the data from various instruments on the console and starting his calculations.

Xing Qingyu patted Kenneth's shoulder and said, "Wuhu, sprint, sprint!"

Kenneth said nothing, only taking a deep breath and nodding. They entered the airlock and waited for the hatch to close. As the air inside the airlock was gradually drained, only the sound of his own rapid breathing and heartbeat could be heard. The outer hatch slowly opened, revealing endless darkness and a sea of stars. The azure glow of Earth shone in the distance.

Kenneth gripped the handrail tightly and stepped forward cautiously, slowly floating out of the cabin and into the vast universe. The stars around him moved slowly across his field of vision, and the beauty of Earth unfolded vividly before his eyes. Kenneth felt an unprecedented sense of peace, his fear long gone, leaving only an intoxication with the scenery before him.

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I'm a bit stuck. I originally planned to send it this morning, but it's been delayed until now. Let me sort out my thoughts first. After deleting the calculation process, my own thoughts were also interrupted, which is a bit difficult to keep going.

The theoretical discussion in the first half was originally interspersed with a lot of calculations, but halfway through, I suddenly realized that everyone was just reading a novel, a science fiction novel, not a lecture on advanced mathematics. There's no need to make it so demanding. I'm not sure how it's going to read at this level. If you still find it too difficult, I'll try to soften it later. Please give me your feedback. Thank you!

It’s the first day on the shelves, please vote and give comments, thank you!

Volume 33: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Absolutely Uniform Movement

In reality, Kenneth's vision at the time was filtered through a thick filter. At least, he ignored the sparse space debris around him. The abandoned satellites, shattered spacecraft wreckage, and countless tiny metal fragments floating around him seemed like insignificant background noise. He was in the vast darkness of space, his mind completely absorbed in the scene before him, as if he had become one with the entire universe, with only the vast and profound starry sky in his sight.

As the Earth slowly turned, Kenneth felt himself grow infinitely smaller. Gazing at the beautiful blue planet suspended in the boundless universe, he suddenly realized how insignificant his past struggles and triumphs seemed against this vast backdrop.

"It's hard to believe I've spent the past twenty-plus years engaged in intrigue in such a narrow-minded place." Kenneth raised his hand, shielding Great Britain beneath his palm, easily obscuring it. His eyes revealed an indescribable sense of relief and self-mockery. "Haha, to be called the Clock Tower's prodigy..."

In this boundless universe, the Earth seemed so tiny. Kenneth looked around, the darkness and silence of space filling him with awe and humility. He chuckled to himself, "What? I can't even see the clock tower." His voice was remarkably clear within the space helmet, echoing in his ears.

The tumor reminded him of his years in the Clock Tower, all those factional fights, those seemingly important research and power struggles, all of which seemed so pale and powerless now.

"He's obsessed with factional struggles, and he's gloating over his mastery of the Mineral and Spiritual Sciences. What the hell..." Kenneth's tone was filled with sarcasm and self-mockery. He sighed, "Isn't this completely irrelevant?"

Floating in space, his vision was infinitely vast. The Earth was but a blue bead, the British Isles no larger than half a palm, and London only a finger's width. He gently tapped his finger on the glass cover of his helmet, his gaze piercing the darkness, resting on the distant starry sky.

"The British Isles are but half the size of a palm, and London but a fingertip. Am I wasting my time in a place like this, pursuing immediate gains?"

The surrounding space was silent and vast, with countless twinkling stars dotted in the darkness, as if mocking his own insignificance and shortsightedness. Kenneth suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility and openness, as if his mind had expanded in this boundless universe.

Now Kenneth can form a team with Xing Qingjiu, he is responsible for being open-minded, and Xing Qingjiu is responsible for having an open mind.

"How insignificant, the disputes of our time," he sighed softly, his gaze passing beyond Earth, through layers of space junk, to the twinkling stars in the distance. The wreckage of abandoned satellites and the fragments of shattered spacecraft flashed before his eyes, and he felt as if he were in a boundless cosmic wilderness.

"What are you sighing about?" Xing Qingyu looked through Kenneth's mask, watching his mouth opening and closing. Since he didn't turn on the microphone, Xing Qingyu couldn't hear what he said at all. "Come on, turn on the mic."

"I feel so stupid before." Kenneth's slightly distorted voice reached Xing Qingjiu's ears. "The knight once said that I was narrow-minded and that I was bound by gravity."

"I didn't understand it at the time. I didn't understand what the sir was referring to." Kenneth floated in space, admiring the boundless beauty. The earth slowly rotated beneath his feet, like a sapphire set in black velvet. "I think the sir was simply saying I had no talent."

"If others say I have no talent, I just think they're jealous." Kenneth laughed self-deprecatingly, recalling his days in the Clock Tower. "My life was smooth sailing on that tiny island. I actually didn't know what I really wanted to do."

"Everything I do goes smoothly. I have never experienced failure. I don't have any particular goals that I want to achieve. I just work hard normally, and my research results will be better than others at some point in time. That's all." Kenneth looked at the distant stars and felt that some dusty thoughts in his heart began to loosen.

"So-called pride and arrogance are nothing more than deliberate gestures made by mediocre people to prove that they are different from others. I don't need to deliberately put on such an ugly gesture to prove myself. The difference in talent between me and others is an unshakable fact."

"Xing, can you understand? In my life, I've never felt any sense of satisfaction or accomplishment," Kenneth sighed. The tranquility of space made his thoughts exceptionally clear. "If you put in the effort and achieve your dream goals through your own hard work, then you'll find satisfaction and accomplishment."

"But I didn't. My whole life was just picking the fruits that were at hand."

"Do you know you deserve a beating for talking like that?" Xing Qingfeng said indignantly, "Can you please stop being so Versailles? If you keep showing off, I'll pull your hood off."

"Hahaha," Kenneth laughed heartily. His laughter echoed inside the helmet, sounding particularly hearty. "Sorry, I did it on purpose."

　Spirit [, dream [first.) send "?"

"I actually don't have any goals. Now I understand what the lord said." Kenneth realized that Xing Qingqiu seemed to really want to beat him up. He shrugged, pretending nothing had been said, and continued with a sigh, "I've never thought about what I want to do in my life."

The silence of space made their conversation exceptionally clear through the headset, every word seeming to echo across the vast universe. Kenneth gazed at the blue planet beneath his feet and continued, "Study according to plan, practice those ridiculous so-called political maneuvers according to plan, accept others' expectations according to plan, and choose to revitalize your family and faction."

"Ah, until I met Sora," Kayneth's tone suddenly softened, as if he was recalling the few precious memories in his life. "Her fiery red hair was like a ball of fire, illuminating my boring life. Perhaps that's why I was so fascinated by her. She must have been deeply moved by my talent..."

"Stop, let's skip this topic. You smell." Xing Qingwu interrupted Kenneth's self-indulgence with disgust.

"The lord said I have a narrow vision and my soul is bound by gravity. He wasn't talking about my insignificant talents," Kayneth returned to the subject. "It's that I've never truly raised my head and looked into the distance in my entire life."

He floated in space, surrounded by endless darkness and twinkling stars, with the blue planet beneath his feet. The wreckage of abandoned satellites and broken spacecraft flashed before his eyes, like the dust of human history.

"What have I been doing for the past twenty years?" he said, his voice growing increasingly agitated, as if a long-suppressed emotion suddenly erupted. "I've been holed up in the clock tower all day, researching those piles of old papers, and then I've become complacent after making some innovation from the stale muck." His voice was laced with deep anger and self-blame. "What the hell am I doing? I'm wasting my talent."

Kenneth waved his hand sharply, gesturing at the floating satellites and space junk. Against the dark backdrop of the universe, those man-made structures seemed incomparably cold and ironic. "I still thought some magician was superior to mortals. Look around! While we were still crawling underground, while we were looking down on the so-called mortals, they were already racing towards higher and more distant goals."

"I feel like a fucking pig!" He completely discarded his former aristocratic reserve and excitedly shouted into the headset, "A pig wallowing in the mud for fun! A pig who rolls around in the countryside every day, fighting with other pigs and thinking this is life!"

Special processing has been done here to localize Kenneth's old English accent and vulgarity. In Xing Qing's ears, Kenneth's mouth contains a lot of "f*ck" and "sh*t".

Kenneth was silent for a moment, taking a deep breath as if trying to calm himself. His gaze wandered across the dark universe, the radiance of the stars flickering in his eyes. In this silent and vast universe, he slowly subsided his raging fury. His brow furrowed slightly, a hint of regret and reflection in his eyes, as if he were engaging in a silent conversation deep within.