Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Look, the teacher has no objection, why are you jumping out?" Xing Qingyu waved his hand in disdain, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes, "Okay, I'll be there later, you guys go first."

Kenneth checked the readings on his mask to ensure his oxygen supply was normal. Then, he reached out and pressed a button on the hatch control panel. The hatch made a slight mechanical sound and began to slowly open.

"Shit, why is the hatch facing the sun?!" As the hatch opened, a strong white light instantly poured in. Kenneth immediately raised his hand to block the glare, squinting his eyes as he adjusted to the sudden brightness. "Xing Qingfeng, I knew you had bad intentions!"

"Ah, that's not my fault. I didn't adjust the position of the manned cabin," Xing Qingfeng explained innocently, his hands quickly operating the tools. "The teacher did it when he was adjusting the track. You even checked it again."

At this moment, Xing Qingfu was quickly using a wrench to remove the screws from under the seat. His movements were skillful and swift. He pried up the metal floor below, reached in and fumbled with it. A thin layer of sweat seeped onto his forehead, but his expression was more focused than ever before.

"Hehehe, the space tradition of Gagarin's era will be continued in me." Xing Qingfeng lay on the ground, his face pressed tightly against the floor. "I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. Now is the time to emulate the sages—"

"——And I will surpass you even more than you did before!"

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The Voyager-i, hurtling toward the horizon, gleamed silver in the sunlight. The multi-layered silver film covering its exterior reflected the dazzling light, as if coated with a layer of silver. Against the backdrop of space, the probe shone like a dazzling star, confidently advancing into the unknown universe.

The surface of the solar panels, spread out like wings, is covered with deep blue high-efficiency solar cells. These cells shimmer with a faint blue light in the sunlight. Although not as dazzling as the blue tail flame, they still have a sense of technology when viewed up close. The surface texture of the solar panels is intricate, like a work of art.

A central high-gain communications antenna stands atop the probe, its silver coating dazzling in the sunlight. Surrounding the antenna are densely packed sensors and cameras, each reflecting a faint metallic sheen in the sunlight, appearing incredibly delicate and complex.

The entire probe, anchored with the concept of a weapon, was transformed into a Noble Phantasm through the "Knight Never Dies Unarmed" technique, its pattern faintly visible beneath the silver heat-insulating film. Hopefully, this probe won't be discovered by any knowledgeable aliens, or else the reputation of humanity spreading autonomous weapons across space might spread.

"Damn, the more I look at it, the sexier it gets." Xing Qingfeng, floating outside the spacecraft, clutched the safety rope tightly in his hand as he looked at the gradually receding 'Traveler-i' and sighed, "It's so erotic, it's making me hard."

As the probe moves further away, its wing-like solar panels, driven by micro-gyroscopes, constantly adjust their angles to maximize sunlight absorption at any given location. As the distance increases, the probe's trail gradually dissipates into darkness, leaving only a faint point of light moving across the starry sky.

"Well, to celebrate this moment——"

Xing Qingqiu's hands, which were behind his back, now moved forward, revealing what he was hiding. A slightly distorted voice reached the other two via the radio.

"—Let's have a space barbecue."

Xing Qingfan secured a stainless steel grill plate to the sunlit side of the crew cabin. He then removed a steak from his bag and carefully placed it on the grill plate affixed to the exterior of the spacecraft. As the steak touched the hot metal, a sizzling sound erupted, and a faint wisp of white smoke emerged. Sunlight, unimpeded by the atmosphere, reaches exceptionally high temperatures in space. Direct sunlight rapidly heated the steak, turning its surface a crispy brown.

"Oh shit, it's so hot, so hot," Xing Qingfan kept flipping the steak with his hands. "No, what's going on with my body? I don't feel the heat when I'm under direct sunlight, but when I touch a steak, it feels like it's burning like hell."

He flipped the steak over, carefully observing the changes on the surface. The fat melted rapidly under the heat, seeping out from the steak's surface with an enticing sizzling sound. Under the direct sunlight, a golden crust began to form on the edges of the steak, emitting a rich aroma.

Under the blazing sun, the steak quickly turned golden brown and began to ooze with enticing fat. As the heat on the grill continued to rise, Xing Qingqi fancied he could already smell the steak's aroma. Both sides of the steak were seared to a golden brown, a delicious crust enveloping the juicy interior. Xing Qingqi flipped the steak with his bare hands, watching the fat sizzle in the heat, creating an alluring sheen.

"Ah, this is life," Xing Qingfeng said with a smile, "Space barbecue, I am such a genius!"

"And, there's this—"

Xing Qingjiu took out a wine bottle and two glasses from the bag in his hand.

"-This is a glorious tradition that has been passed down since the Gagarin era. As an astronaut, secretly bringing alcohol into space is a compulsory course!" His voice seemed a little distorted in the radio communication.

The liquid in the bottle swirled slowly in a weightless state, like a tiny vortex. Xing Qingwu attempted to pour the red wine from the bottle. In a weightless environment, the wine, without the influence of gravity, could not naturally flow into the glass. Xing Qingwu gently shook the bottle, causing the liquid to slowly flow out of the bottle mouth, forming tiny droplets. These droplets drifted slowly in space, reflecting a faint red light in the sunlight.

Xing Qingjiu carefully guided the droplets, pushing them toward the rim of the glass. As more droplets were introduced, the volume of wine in the glass gradually increased. The wine in the glass maintained its surface tension in the weightless environment, forming a perfect sphere.

"Teacher, would you like a drink?" Xing Qingfeng handed the glass to Newton. "Would you like some barbecue later?"

Newton floated aside, his eyes fixed on Voyager-i in the distance. The probe was slowly moving away and gradually disappearing into the darkness of space.

"The wine is good, but I'll skip the meat." He took the wine glass, took a sip, and continued to stare at the light that was getting farther and farther away.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Kenneth, you must really like red wine with steak." Xing Qingjiu came up to Kenneth and showed off to him, "It's a pity that our Mr. Versailles can't enjoy this space barbecue." There was a cunning light in his eyes and a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

This kid is as narrow-minded as his teacher. He is still thinking about how Kenneth deliberately showed off his life to him.

"Thank you, but your wine is too cheap. I don't drink cheap wine." Kenneth refused with a sneer on his lips, but his throat moved slightly, obviously trying to restrain his inner desire.

"I've always wanted to see your expression, the expression of jealousy." Xing Qingfeng twisted his face into a crazy smile that looked like an emoticon. "Hahahaha, you can only watch me enjoy it."

"Now, it's time to emulate the ancients!" Xing Qingjiu cheered. "This has never been such a wonderful start. Please cheer for me, cheer for me... cheer for me!"

"Such a wonderful start, this is the first time in the past two days, omg, I must cherish this time, I must cherish it well."

In fact, Newton didn’t dislike eating barbecue, but he was quite astute to notice that Xing Qingwu didn’t bring any cutlery.

Xing Qingyu also noticed this at this moment, but he didn't care much -

——Since we are imitating the sages, then imitating primitive people can also be considered as imitating the sages.

Xing Qingfeng thought this as he grabbed the steak with his bare hands and tore into it in big mouthfuls. He steadied the grill plate with one hand while quickly snatching up the grilled steak with the other. The fat slid between his fingers, glistening in the sunlight. He lowered his head and took a sharp bite. The hot steak juices splattered everywhere, and the corners of his mouth were stained with grease, but his expression was full of satisfaction.

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David Wolf flew STS-58, the th space shuttle mission in history, his second mission in space.

"James, do you know what I saw?" David panicked and found the crew commander in the control room. "I saw a fucking man without a space suit tearing into steaks in space like a primitive man!"

"Calm down, David, this is normal," James said calmly. "This should be your second time in space, and your first time will be working on the space station, right?"

"Yes, but this is obviously fucking abnormal. Are you trying to tell me that the United States has concealed from us the existence of humans in low-Earth orbit?" David's emotions were obviously a little unstable.

"That's your hallucination, kid." James explained, "Working in a space environment for a long time can easily accumulate mental stress. It's normal to have hallucinations in such a situation."

"In fact, I've had hallucinations before," James laughed. "I even saw an Asian man swinging flexibly in space using techniques similar to Chinese Kung Fu."

"Oh my God, that's crazy."

"Right? Just trust your rationality." James stood up and took out a military water bottle from his space gym suit. He inserted a straw into it and handed it to David. "Okay, kid, take a couple of sips and then go get some rest. I'll grant you an extra six hours of sleep."

"This is..." David took a sip of the liquid in the kettle, "brandy?"

"Haha, secretly bringing alcohol into space is a tradition for us astronauts."

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Next up is the moon landing. Since it's a sequel to the high, it's not in the outline, so I need to plan it out...

Volume 36: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Only the Brain is Given

"How long until we return?" Xing Qingwu, who had just finished his barbecue, asked. He glanced at the grease on his hands and thought that not bringing a napkin was his biggest mistake. "Will there be enough time to go to the moon?"

"If you want to wipe it, wipe it on your own clothes!" Kenneth activated his micro jet engine with a look of disdain, dodging Xing Qingfeng's greasy hands. In the universe, the sun's rays shone through the pitch-black space onto Kenneth's spacesuit, giving it a faint metallic sheen.

It also made Xing Qingjiu's greasy hands look even greasier.

"About twenty hours left." Newton glanced at his watch, his brows furrowed slightly. "Any plans? Or do you want me to activate my Noble Phantasm?"

"It's so boring to drive a Noble Phantasm directly to the destination. Seriously, if we skip the process and reach the result directly..." Xing Qingqi used a hook to pull himself to the vicinity of the manned cabin, and used his hands to spray into air using the trails left by the engine when it automatically adjusted its trajectory from time to time.

By the way, I washed my hands, if melting my old hand and waiting for it to grow back could be considered washing my hands. Xing Qingfeng looked at his newly grown new hand and waved it with satisfaction.

"...Then I might as well not go. After all, you said the moon poses no threat." Xing Qingfeng waved his newborn finger with a smug smile on his face. "Then we should enjoy this trip."

"And, for something as romantic as landing on the moon, the journey is of course the most important thing, Lingmeng Qiluo II@#IO Master Jiu Ni San Master!" Xing Qingfeng raised his arms high, as if embracing the entire Earth. The Earth's blue atmosphere stood out against the black backdrop of the universe, surrounded by white clouds, like a stunning painting. "I have a plan, albeit a bit selfish, because maybe I'll be the only one who can enjoy this romance—"

"In my plan, I'm probably the only one who can enjoy the entire trip to the moon."

"—I call it 'Just Send the Brain'."

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Back inside, Xing Qingqi held up two panels and displayed the orbital data to the others. The soft lighting within the cabin illuminated the instruments and displays above them, emitting a faint humming sound. Various devices were neatly arranged on the cabin walls, appearing orderly as the spacecraft vibrated slightly.

"Look, the satellite we launched earlier will approach our orbit in about half an hour," Xing Qingqiu pointed to one of the panels, his fingertip sliding across the orbital line on the screen. "In about four hours, it will reach the target point in our orbit closest to the moon."

"Our Newton Mk-III, thanks to the superb control of me, the greatest pilot of this century, has preserved most of its structure," Xing Qingfeng said complacently, a proud smile on his face. "Although the barrier separating the internal and external environments has failed, most of the scientific instruments that don't rely on mysticism and ether are still functioning normally—"

"—and, most importantly, the stove was saved."

"But the interior space of that satellite is simply impossible..." Kenneth suddenly understood something. His expression changed slightly, revealing a hint of astonishment. "Wait, when you say 'just send the brain', don't you mean..."

"Just as you think." Xing Qingfeng smiled enthusiastically, his eyes gleaming with determination. "The internal volume of the Newton Mk-III is less than 0.027 cubic meters, and its length, width, and height are no more than 30 centimeters each."

Xing Qingqi's words echoed in the cabin, as if the cramped space was filled with uneasy electricity. He went on to explain, "And we only have less than four hours, which might include the time it takes to sail."

"Therefore, modifying the satellite, or even modifying it and the manned module at the same time, is nearly impossible." Xing Qingqi continued, his voice becoming more urgent. "The manned module is only expected to operate for 30 hours. We can't guarantee what will happen if we continue to operate it beyond its operating time."

"Especially when we're far away from low-Earth orbit," Newton added, his eyes still focused on the display screen, silently deducing the possibilities of Xing Qing's plan.

"Then, doesn't that leave us with only one choice?" Xing Qingyu licked his lips, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. "So-called, 'only give away brains'."

The atmosphere in the cabin instantly became tense. Indicator lights of various instruments were flashing all around, and the occasional buzzing of electronic equipment seemed to add to the color of this crazy proposal.

"Repair the satellite's isolation environment, then cut off my head and stuff it inside." Xing Qingqiu repeatedly struck his neck with his blade, the sound echoing in the small cabin. "Then, Teacher, transform into a spirit and follow."

"As long as there is enough magic power, my body can regenerate, so there is no difference between cutting off my head and sending it over myself." Xing Qingfu pointed his finger at his temple, with a bit of madness in his smile.

"Wait, the problem isn't the space inside the satellite, is it?" Kenneth keenly sensed the real problem and stared intently into Xing Qing's eyes. "Do you have enough time?"

"Yes, that's the biggest problem." Xing Qingfeng continued, answering Kenneth's question with a hint of nervousness and excitement in his tone. "The average distance between the Earth and the Moon is 380,000 kilometers. We're unlucky. Right now, the Moon is near its apogee, about 390,000 kilometers away."

"Assuming the repairs are complete in two hours, we have eighteen hours to process the landing. With one hour of lunar time, the round trip time is seventeen hours. Taking various details into account, we'll settle on sixteen hours."

"That means we have to complete the 390,000-kilometer journey in eight hours."

"The speed is approximately close to 50,000 kilometers per hour, which converts to approximately 13,600 meters per second." Xing Qingfeng said with a smile, a hint of provocation in his eyes, "It sounds almost impossible—"

"—But a conventional lunar probe can reach a maximum speed of 11,000 meters per second in TLI (Trans-Lunar Injection, abbreviated as TLI)."

"That's about 120%, which isn't a big deal for us."

"That's not important. What's important is that most of the time during a normal lunar landing is spent on near-moon braking. Don't you consider slowing down?!" Kenneth's voice was filled with obvious anxiety.

"Yeah, it's not important." Xing Qingfeng said as he paced back and forth in the cabin, as if he had rehearsed this plan countless times in his mind. "It's not important."

"We won't be carrying out any exploration missions on this trip, so most of the instruments can be removed," Xing Qingfeng explained with confidence. "We only need a furnace."

"The remaining space will be used to reinforce the structure, making it strong enough to withstand the impact of a powerful impact and even the explosion of the magic furnace."

"Huh?" Kenneth noticed something was wrong and his face suddenly changed. He didn't know if he was frightened by the madness of the plan or by the fact that his last magic furnace was about to explode. "Magic furnace explosion?"

"Yes, I'll explain this later." Xing Qingqi continued, "We don't need a soft landing, and we don't need to decelerate for too long. The only things we need for the entire journey are isolation devices and magic furnaces—"

"—This will be the hardest landing ever."

"But even so, the entire round trip still takes twenty hours," Xing Qing sighed helplessly, "because I can't completely slow down on the return trip, otherwise I'll crash into the earth."

"But even if we compress everything to this extent, there's still not enough time. So we need to be bolder—"

"—On the return trip, detonate the magic furnace to achieve maximum acceleration. This way, the total journey time can be compressed to fourteen hours, with a two-hour buffer for deceleration." Xing Qingfu said confidently, his voice full of enthusiasm. "Just because the magic furnace exists here, Xing Qingfu can come up with a plan of this magnitude..."

"What's the matter, everyone?" His tone suddenly changed and became fierce.

"You're a fucking lunatic." Kenneth tried to find even the slightest hesitation on Xing Qingyu's face, but he failed. This lunatic was serious.

"Wait a minute," Newton, who had been silently calculating the possibilities, suddenly turned to look at Xing Qingjiu with a frown, "There's a problem. If this plan goes ahead, only you can go."

Xing Qingwu's face showed some doubt. He stopped what he was doing, leaned forward, his eyes full of anticipation and anxiety.

"I calculated the material's strength and structural limits and found that it's impossible for it to withstand the impact of the magic furnace explosion after enduring such a strong impact." Newton displayed his calculations, pointing to the complex data and models on the screen. "In fact, we can't even guarantee that it will remain intact after the impact. If the structure can't be guaranteed to be intact, the isolation will fail, and the magic furnace will still shut down."

"But teacher, you must have an alternative plan, right?" Xing Qingyu stared at Newton with burning eyes full of anticipation.

"Well, that's why you're the only one allowed to go—" Newton nodded, a hint of heaviness in his tone, "—the main chamber won't be isolated, only the magic furnace structure."

The atmosphere in the cabin became more tense, and Xing Qingqi's breathing quickened slightly. He realized the seriousness of the problem, but had no intention of backing down.

"Reinforce the main structure and add a generous amount of cushioning to ensure it maintains its basic structure even after impact," Newton continued, sliding his finger across the screen to display his design. "Hmm... to put it bluntly, it's meant to essentially secure your head to the magic furnace."

"Because there's no isolation, I can't transform into a spirit and follow you. You'll be traveling alone on this journey," Newton said, his tone filled with helplessness and worry. "The main hull will face downwards to withstand the impact when landing, ensuring the isolation and stability of the magic furnace. If it explodes directly in the TLI on the return journey—"

There was no wavering in Xing Qingfu's eyes. He knew the risks of this plan, but what he was singing in his heart was "Be brave, be brave, my friend."

"—There will be basically no structure to protect your head, and you will be directly exposed to space."

"I think there's no problem!" Xing Qingyu responded impatiently, with a hint of madness and excitement in his voice.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet." Newton raised his hand, signaling him to calm down. "The whole process is still risky. Because it's a hard landing, we can't guarantee that the isolation of the magic furnace will remain 100% normal. If there is any leakage——"

"-it will explode. Don't forget why the second satellite we launched failed." Newton warned.

"Do you still want to go?" Newton looked straight into Xing Qingjiu's eyes, trying to find even a hint of hesitation on his face.

"What's the success rate?" Xing Qingyu asked impatiently, with uncontrollable passion burning in his eyes.

"About 43 percent, but not more than half," Newton replied in a deep voice.

"Let's bet!" Xing Qingyu said without hesitation, a fanatical smile on his face. "I thought it was less than 10%. Forty-three percent, so high. Then my answer is only one -"

"My Go!" he almost shouted.

Kenneth covered his face and sighed helplessly, "I should have known you were a lunatic." He recalled a scene from the past, "On the first night of the Holy Grail War, a man drove a forklift carrying a large amount of flammable materials into the battlefield between the Servants."

"At that time, did you consider the possibility of success?"

"I haven't thought about that at all."

"Yeah, so I shouldn't be surprised when you come up with this plan." Kenneth sighed and sighed, "I don't know why, this plan, which lacks any elegance at all, is completely ridiculous, like a child's prank..."

“…After listening to it, I also felt excited.”