Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

“Oh?” Iskandar sat back down beside Waver. “Will you submit to me?”

"--Although I always thought you were a little petty before, seeing you now, I can't help but sigh that you also have the courage of a hero. You should join me and conquer the world with me."

"Rider!"

"That's all right, Diarmait. Sit down." Kayneth raised his hand to stop Diarmait from leaping up. "Conquering the world? That doesn't sound interesting. I've seen a much broader landscape, and such a short-sighted goal simply doesn't appeal to me."

"I'm here to make one thing clear: the Holy Grail War will end tomorrow." Kayneth looked at Iskandar. "You choose the location. I'll be there tomorrow."

"Although your proposal is quite tempting, your Servant still has an unfinished duel." Iskandar rejected Kayneth's proposal, "I will not interfere with either side before this duel between heroes is completed."

"Didn't you hear me clearly?" Kayneth emphasized, "I will come on my own. Diarmuid only needs to deal with Saber."

"As a lord, you sometimes have to consider the thoughts of your followers."

"It seems that I have been underestimated."

"No, I have no intention of looking down on you at all," Kenneth said. "Let me be frank. I have no intention of challenging you in a one-on-one duel, because I can't beat you.

"I just need to hold on until that knight finishes dealing with Archer and arrives."

"You're talking about... Caster? But why do you want to come in person..." Iskandar showed a puzzled expression, but after looking at Waver beside him, he immediately understood Kenneth's thoughts, "I see, you really think highly of him."

"Also, Waver Velvet-san, I've made my decision."

"If you are victorious in this Holy Grail War, not only will your theft of my relic be forgiven, but I will also pledge the reputation of the Archibald family and provide you with the platform and resources to showcase your talents and abilities."

"Then it will depend on whether you are qualified to prove yourself."

"If you don't win, we'll settle the score for stealing the relic," Kayneth said in a low voice. "How you'll be treated then will depend entirely on your progress."

"That's it. If there are no objections, I'll take my leave." Kayneth stood up. "Lancer, let's go."

"Yes, my lord."

"Although I had a bad impression of him at first, I didn't expect him to be such a generous person." Iskandar sighed, "What's wrong, kid? Why are you so sad?"

"Why don't you prove yourself well and let your teacher see your progress?"

"What kind of teacher is that... That arrogant guy... It hurts, it hurts, Rider!" Waver wailed, covering his forehead which was shattered by Iskandar's bullet.

"You, you don't understand your teacher's good intentions at all."

"No matter how great the gap in family history, it can be made up for by the density of experience. Even if one has few Magic Circuits, if one has a deeper understanding of the techniques and can use magic more efficiently, it is not difficult to make up for the innate differences!" Waver kept muttering, "This is such a groundbreaking idea, it took me three years to conceive and a year to repeatedly review the paper I wrote -"

"—That guy tore it up after just one glance, and then publicly humiliated me in class! He said my tendency to daydream was unsuitable for studying magic!"

"As a prominent family of nobles, they've never cared about our feelings!" Waver grew increasingly agitated as he spoke. "They're clearly working to develop New Century magic, clearly working to challenge the Magic Association's conservative system, yet they're being obstructed simply because of the exclusive control of one person in power... This kind of thing..."

"You're so naive." Iskandar slapped Waver in the face. "You still don't understand what your teacher said?"

"Even though I've never heard of the Magic Association, I can imagine what you're trying to provoke." Iskandar pulled Waver back up from the blow. "Are you just going to charge into it head-on without any preparation?"

"Your teacher is trying to save you, kid. Think about it."

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I still don't have much time to add more, so I can only write more for now, sorry

New author, new book, asking for votes and suggestions. I will consider any suggestions!

Volume 44: Alchemy's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Hypothesis about the Soul

Although he planned to go out and relax, the question that suddenly came to his mind kept lingering in Xing Qingyu's mind.

On a winter morning, the air was slightly chilly. Xing Qingfeng put on his coat and prepared to go out. Outside, the ground was clean and tidy, with only morning dew glittering on the grass. It seemed that the brothers of the Matou family had grown more and more fond of life after their father's death, and they had already cleaned the yard early.

The street seemed unusually quiet, broken only by the occasional chirping of birds. He stood at the doorway, breathing in the fresh, cool air. Feeling a slight chill, he pulled his coat tighter. Yet, the question of his soul, like a lingering shadow, clung to his thoughts.

He stood at the door, gazing at the distant sky, his mind struggling for a moment. While relaxing was certainly relaxing, he was more eager for answers. Instead of wandering around, he could use this time to research the library, perhaps finding some clues.

He turned back inside, walking briskly along the familiar corridor towards the library. The library was located in the east wing of the Matou residence. Xing Qingqi pushed open the heavy door, and a stale, old smell filled his face. After Matou Zouken's death, the library had been completely sealed by the Matou family. Neither Matou Kariya nor Matou Tsuruno wished the two Matou children to enter the world of magic again; they simply wished they could live happily as mortals.

The library windows were obscured by heavy curtains, letting in only a faint ray of light, illuminating the dusty volumes. The air was thick with the scent of paper and ink, as if telling Xing Qingqi of secrets deliberately concealed for centuries. Xing Qingqi gently raised his hand and flicked the wall light switch. The dim light instantly illuminated, emitting a warm orange glow.

Under the dim light, the bookshelves were filled with a variety of books and scrolls. Each book had a thick cover and a mottled spine. Many of the books had yellowed edges, and the pages were covered with the marks of time. Scrolls were neatly arranged on the upper shelves, their ribbons faded, but still tightly bound to their contents.

Records of spirits date back to a very ancient past. From the ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead to the manuscripts of medieval alchemists, these texts all explore the mysteries of the soul. But regardless of time or place, the relevant records, with only minor variations, are essentially the same.

——This means that the soul is knowable, can be accommodated by statistics, and conforms to the law of large numbers.

That is, it can be studied.

Xing Qingqiu pondered for a long time, with countless questions surging in his mind: Why in this world can the soul exist independently of the body?

What is the relationship between the so-called soul and consciousness? The soul exists in the form of a spirit body after leaving the body. So what is the difference between the so-called spirit body and the physical body?

Can we assume that the spirit body is just another form of the body?

——The so-called soul is itself made up of matter.

"I never thought you would be able to touch upon the true core of the Third Law so quickly."

Newton was busy in the laboratory, the liquid in the test tube emitting puffs of white smoke under the scorching flame. When he heard Xing Qingying's question, he stopped what he was doing and turned to look at his student. His eyes were full of admiration, but his tone was full of helplessness.

"Teacher, haven't you already proved the materialization of the soul through the third method?" Xing Qingfu was a little anxious, and his curiosity gradually occupied the top of his thinking.

"I reached the realm of the third law through alchemy and obtained the highest essence of alchemy: 'the transformation of phenomena'." Newton explained slowly.

“But it’s a mystery.”

"Even if our alchemy approaches the origins of the world, even closer to revealing its truth, and its reliance on mystery is reduced to a minimum," he sighed, "we still cannot escape the mystery surrounding the fundamental elements."

"Although I usually teach you about alchemy, I just hope that you can look at the study of magic from a scientific perspective."

"But this question is different. I can't answer you, and I can't mislead you. The so-called essence of the soul is a question that points to the core of the universe."

"Solve it, prove that the essence of the soul is matter, summarize all the major elements in a set of theories, and describe their movement with a set of equations—"

"—Then the mystery of the Third Law will be completely revealed to you."

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Since I couldn't get an answer, I just went out to relax.

Xing Qingfeng was walking down the streets of early winter. The sun had already crept up into the sky, casting a cool, cool light that cast a thin golden glow over everything. The trees lining the street were bare, with only a few withered leaves swaying in the chill wind. The air was clear and cool, with a hint of moisture.

Despite the chill, there were already a few pedestrians on the street, all wrapped in thick clothing and hurrying along. Xing Qingqi put his hands in his pockets and took a deep breath, feeling the cold air rush into his lungs, clearing his mind.

He recalled the conversation he had just had with Newton. Although the teacher said he could not answer him, he still gave him a hint in the end.

"Humans are rare computing devices with motor functions. We humans are intelligent life forms that have evolved to enable us to gather and analyze information and directly address the many problems inherent in our lives through labor."

Newton's deep, magnetic voice seemed to still echo in his ears. These words plunged Xing Qingqiu into deep thought. He remembered Newton continuing, "This is the creed of the academy I once attended. Although it may have been a bit accidental, it does, to a certain extent, point to the question of the nature of the soul."

"A computing device..." Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself, recalling Newton's suggestion. "Then is intellect important to the soul?"

Before he knew it, Xing Qingyu seemed to be back on a familiar street. He looked up at the dilapidated apartment building next to the street, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart. This was his first residence after coming into this world, and it witnessed how he struggled in life.

It also witnessed how he entered the world of alchemy.

The paint on the apartment building's exterior had long since peeled, and the stair railings were rusty. With the creaking of metal, he slowly ascended to the second floor. Standing in front of his apartment door, Xing Qingfeng felt in his pocket and found his key.

He took out his key and inserted it into the lock. The pin on the lock cylinder meshed perfectly with the teeth on the key, and the inner and outer lock cylinders turned together with a crisp click. The door unlocked, revealing an extremely messy apartment before Xing Qingqi.

The room was dimly lit, with only a ray of sunlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the dusty floor. Fine dust motes danced slightly in the beams of light; even in just a few days of no one living here, time had left its mark.

The room was filled with various books and papers, with scattered notebooks and stationery appearing particularly messy. Several heavy books were casually spread out, their pages densely marked with annotations.

Those books were left behind by Newton. By the time he left for the Matou residence, he had already thoroughly mastered the contents of the books, so he naturally didn't need to bring them with him. He simply left them there. Xing Qingyu closed the door, sighed softly, and began to tidy up the room. He picked up the scattered books one by one and replaced them on the bookshelf.

"There's no way to return this book. I'll just buy it when the time comes." Xing Qingfu muttered to himself as he noticed the dense annotations on the pages.

My fingers gently slid across the spines of the books, feeling the age-old, heavy texture. The bookshelves were already filled with all kinds of books, from popular science magazines to professional scientific works, all arranged in an orderly manner.

When Xing Qingqiu put Newton's book back on the bookshelf, he noticed the borrowing date on the shelf. It was originally written when he was short of money in order to avoid paying fines for overdue books. But when he saw it now, he suddenly realized -

——From the time I met my teacher and followed him into the door of a new world until now, not even a week has passed.

"The essence of the soul, humans are computing devices..." Xing Qingqiu muttered to himself, Newton's suggestion surfacing in his mind. He collapsed onto the bed in his old apartment. The mattress was a little stiff, but at that moment, he felt a rare sense of comfort. His previously chaotic thoughts found some soothing relief in this small, damp apartment.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently shining on him, the warmth gradually dispelling the winter chill. Xing Qingqi closed his eyes, and his thoughts surfaced again:

If the soul is a computing device, then what is personality? What exactly distinguishes one person from another? He recalled Newton's words, trying to find a clue in them.

Although it was completely unprovable, Xing Qingfeng felt that he was very close to coming up with a reasonable hypothesis, but it was the last thin layer of paper that he couldn't break through. He turned over in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to find an idea.

"Computing device...intelligence...personality..." He murmured, countless possibilities flashing through his mind.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, as if he had grasped a key point, but it quickly dissipated in his thoughts. He tried hard to recall and try to recapture the fleeting inspiration, but the more he focused, the more he felt he had no idea where to start.

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It was early winter dusk in the park by the estuary, the sky dyed orange by the setting sun. Xing Qingfeng sat on a bench, enjoying the sea breeze. The air was filled with the faint scent of sea salt, tinged with a chill that made him feel slightly chilled. This should have been a moment of enjoyment, but now he felt a mixture of emotions.

"So, you mean you're just hanging around every night?" Xing Qingqi turned his head and his gaze fell on Gilgamesh beside him. This ancient king, dressed in modern clothes, his golden hair gleaming in the afterglow of the setting sun, always gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Xing Qingqi frowned and carefully examined Gilgamesh's clothing. Suddenly, he understood the source of this sense of déjà vu.

——This guy’s clothing style combined with his yellow hair makes him look like a spirited young man like the Will-O-Wu boy.

"Since arriving in this era, I've been surrounded by boring people." Gilgamesh leaned back on the bench, his voice full of laziness. "I don't even have a jester like Liuba Jiuwu⒏Lin Siling⑤Lingmeng. It's really boring."

"I don't know who ruined my fun. I was hoping to get some pleasure from that guy Kirei, but I didn't expect him to have no time to even consider my guidance."

"Saber has become even more boring, unable to bring me even the slightest joy."

"I really didn't expect that the most interesting person these days would be you, the jester."

"Even the omniscient and omnipotent Star can't see through it. It's really interesting."

"How about this," Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and pointed ahead. "Walk two hundred meters forward, leaving Fuyuki Park. There's a bus stop on your left. Take bus number 3 for three stops, get off at the shopping street, then walk about five hundred meters east and you'll find the Matou residence."

Gilgamesh laughed, his laughter particularly abrupt in the dusky park. "Hahahahahaha, what's the matter? Caster has already completed his mission to please me? Well, in this boring game, perhaps you two are the only ones who can bring me some fun."

"No, listen to me," Xing Qingqiu continued, "When you arrive at the Matou residence, just ring the doorbell and Matou Kariya will open the door for you. Go inside and walk to the living room. It should be seven o'clock by then. Diarmuid will be sitting on the sofa in the living room, feeling bored because no one is paying attention to his provocations. He can only watch TV and drink beer."

"You ask him to get up, give you the beer, and then you sit there."

"..."

This kid always leaves me speechless.

"Have you thought carefully about the question I asked you last time?" Gilgamesh was surprisingly not angry. Instead, he took the initiative to change the subject.

It seems that he really likes the guy in front of him.

"You're really boring." Xing Qingyu scratched his head. "What do you mean by 'what if I'm not myself'? Is this question really interesting to you?"

"Haven't you ever slept?" Xing Qingqi asked Gilgamesh. "You lose consciousness when you sleep. Do you think you're two different people before and after you fall asleep?"

"Does your self have to be continuous to maintain its identity?" Xing Qingqi asked. "Come on, humans aren't a species with only memory sticks where a loss of thought will lead to a discontinuous self. Don't you have a hard drive?"

"Wait...identity..." Xing Qingqiu said as he fell into deep thought, "Gilgamesh, what do you think makes humans different from others?"

"Soul," Gilgamesh said. "Different people have different souls. Some souls are beautiful and some are ugly. As for you—"

Ling Meng I Er Ling Shan Er Ling Ni Shi VIII "—This king cannot see your soul, your past, or your future. Even with the Omniscience and Omnipotence Star."

"What do you think determines the difference in souls?" Xing Qingfu ignored Gilgamesh's reply and just used his words to sort out his thoughts.

"Computing equipment... gathering and analyzing information... identity..."

"Wait, I understand."

"The first assumption is that people use memory to maintain the continuity of their identity. People use memory to maintain the identity of their present selves with their past selves."

"Second hypothesis: Memory is intelligence, data, information. Based on what the teacher said about origins, souls carry pre-set information at birth, which leads to differences between souls."

"The third assumption is that differences in any one of the three—the soul, the spirit, and the body—will in turn affect the others. The interplay of these three, combined with environmental factors, creates differences between people."

"The fourth... the fourth... that's all..." Xing Qingfeng sighed, "Without any actual evidence, I can only propose these three hypotheses."

"I still can't draw any conclusions. There are too few conditions, but—"

"--Thank you, Gilgamesh. I didn't expect your silly question to be so useful. Wu Yinqi Baba's "Lingqi Liuyin Group" | Chat."

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