Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

The tall buildings that once stood here were now only broken frames, whimpering sadly as the sea breeze blew. The battle a few days ago had left deep scars here, and the air was filled with the damp smell of the sea, mixed with the dust of broken bricks.

The once sturdy wooden beams and metal structures scattered all over the ground seemed to tell the cruelty of the battle. The waves hit the shore with a low sound, as if mourning the ruins.

Sea cats circled in the gray sky, occasionally letting out a few cries that intertwined into a small tune. The air was filled with the smell of the sea and a faint scent of smoke, as if the smoke of battle had not yet completely dissipated.

The chair behind Gilgamesh was newly replaced. This throne, which seemed to be made of pure gold, was particularly eye-catching among the ruins. It shone with a faint golden light, and the armrests were even inlaid with a few sparkling gems, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding desolation.

This guy's taste is like that of a nouveau riche. He's obsessed with his gold color every day. It's really hard to describe.

Although his entire body was glittering with gold, the plain clay tablet on his knees was an exception. The tablet was engraved with ancient cuneiform characters, and the lines of the text shimmered slightly in the moonlight, forming a sharp contrast with his luxurious throne.

The wine glass in his hand shimmered in the moonlight, the wine swaying gently in the glass. As if sensing the arrival of the person he was waiting for, he asked without turning his head:

"In this boring game, there are two people whom even I cannot see through." Gilgamesh drank the wine in his cup in one gulp. "One is that brat named Xing Qingjiu, and the other is you."

"At that time, I failed to see through the brat named Xing Qingjiu, and I didn't think much about it. I simply assumed that the brat wasn't from this world. As for you..."

"This king can see clearly the records of your life, even if you lied about your death. But now, this king's eyes cannot see through it, and this king's omniscience and omnipotence cannot give the answer. Only now did this king discover the problem -"

"—You, Isaac Newton, who could not possibly have been summoned in this form, what on earth did you do?"

"I'm not dead at all, and there's no record of me on the throne. How could I possibly be summoned by the Heroic Spirit Ceremony?" Newton said self-deprecatingly as he stood by the shore, enjoying the sea breeze. "After all, my origins are 'immortal.'"

"Imitating the composition of a Servant and providing information to the job prepared by the Holy Grail, isn't that 'being summoned'?" Newton turned to look at Gilgamesh. "Though there are inevitable limitations, I can only descend with an emphasis on the alchemist aspect."

"you……"

"It's truly impossible to be born in this state. I haven't experienced this kind of abundant desire in ages." Newton smiled. "Exploring the unknown, exploring the future, reaching out to the horizon—this feeling of being alive is truly wonderful."

"I ask what you have done!" Gilgamesh shouted. "My eyes have lost their ability to see the future since you arrived."

"I just saved the world, that's all." Newton smiled complacently, "I am the Messiah, not only the Messiah of mankind, but also the Messiah of God, the Messiah of this universe—"

"—I simply saved this world from its fixed state, that's all."

"Why, you don't understand?" Newton sighed. "You have a high enough level of clairvoyance, right? What type? Past, present, or future?"

"My eyes can instinctively see through to the end of all futures, but now I can't see clearly. It's not that I can't see through-"

"—There are too many to see clearly."

"Have you ever thought about why clairvoyance can see into the future?" Newton asked. "So you guys... never think about the reasons behind things. You just use whatever you have and never think about why."

"Anyone with a bit of common sense would doubt it when they see that the number of future events is limited, right?"

“…” Gilgamesh was not angry at all, but waited quietly for Newton to continue.

"Since the universe's inception, the number of phenomena has been finite. Memory and prediction both limit the number of possible states of phenomena, thus contributing to entropy reduction. Clear memories represent entropy reduction in the past, while accurate predictions represent entropy reduction in the future. This is past-perspective and future-perspective."

"All phenomena have their origins, and all souls are bound to their origins. There is nothing that can be done about it."

"If this is not the case, then the fate of the entire universe is that all stars will burn out, and even black holes will evaporate and collapse. The fifth law is absolute, and the universe will eventually die."

"Precisely because the number of phenomena is limited, some worlds need to be periodically eliminated. Existence is maintained by discarding those parallel worlds that are 'deemed unnecessary.'"

"The point in time when unnecessary possibilities are eliminated and history, which is easily affected by observation, remains unchanged is—"

“——Humanity is the foundation”

"The worlds and possibilities that are plucked away in this way are 'pruning phenomena,' while those that are preserved are 'editing phenomena.'"

"My mission is complete. I founded the foundation of science. If future generations follow my guidance, they will naturally avoid the devastation caused by their attachment to mystery. This is how it should be..."

"I should have died long ago, in 1727. Even if I could regain the feeling of being alive now, my decision would not change."

"But——"

"I want to see people being constrained by established phenomena, and I want to see people being filled with hatred even though they have discovered the truth but cannot publish it."

"—Ah, no, absolutely not!"

"I want to help them escape the bonds of gravity," Newton said, "because I am the Messiah, that's all."

"So, even if it means destroying the entire universe, you will still untie the shackles of this fixed phenomenon?" Gilgamesh asked with interest. "Is this your 'salvation'?"

"That kind of thing really underestimates me." Newton laughed contemptuously. "If I can only choose one of the two, it only proves my incompetence."

"Is that so? But you haven't finished it yet," Gilgamesh said. "Although I cannot see the future, I can see this: what you said is not finished at all."

"Even the present is unstable," Gilgamesh said. "Whether you exist or not, I can see two completely contradictory 'presents'."

"Because the one who truly saves this universe is not me, but my students."

"I am the Messiah, only a prophet."

"And my student is the true Messiah of this universe," Newton said proudly. "If he fails to complete his journey and reach the Garden of Eden, everything that happens here will be deemed 'non-existent,' and history will continue its normal course."

"Everything will return to its original state. The Garden of Eden will no longer exist without its most crucial element, and the universe will continue to exist as before."

"But when he completes his journey and reaches the Garden of Eden, completing the cycle of cause and effect—"

"—He will save the universe."

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I'm stuck in a writer's block. I finally finished writing this chapter. Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long.

This is consistent with the human nature in Type-Moon's setting. I don't know if there are any contradictions in the writing. If so, please feel free to point them out.

I might take a day off tomorrow because I have an exam coming up soon, and I also need to sort out my thoughts so that I can sort out the ending ideas for this volume. If I don’t update tomorrow, it means I can’t write and I’m taking a day off (

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Volume 47: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . The Despicable Quick and Slow Blade

"Although it's said to determine matters on a cosmic scale..." Newton smiled smugly, "I never imagined that the one who actually determines all of this would be a tiny individual in a tiny civilization that can't even conquer Earth's gravity. Fresh from outer space, it suddenly feels like a civilization on a tiny planet could influence the future of the entire universe..."

He looked up at the starry sky, his eyes gleaming with pride. "I feel a little proud. After all, you are my student."

"Is that brat your student?" Gilgamesh said with a hint of sarcasm, "or your 'creation'?"

He glanced at Newton with disdain, his eyes filled with disdain. "A life created by the intentions and ideals of the gods always reminds me of something disgusting. They are clearly 'fakes' but are unaware of it. The ideals they are proud of were instilled in them. You are going to call them 'your students'?"

Perhaps it was because every time he saw Xing Qingfu, he was reminded of himself as the Wedge of Heaven. Gilgamesh actually had a rather complicated attitude towards Xing Qingfu. He understood Xing Qingfu's explanation of "self," but he couldn't agree with Xing Qingfu's attitude towards "self."

Whether it's an animal or a puppet, life is something created by our ancestors according to their own intentions. Everything in the world was created by our ancestors, and among them, only the soul can be born naturally.

He raised his glass, emptied it, and spoke slowly, "Even if the body the soul resides in is a creation, even if the body was initially just a copy of something else, the moment the soul awakens and struggles, it gains unique originality and cognition, creating a 'self'—"

"—But I couldn't see the little brat's struggle. All I could see was a fool hoping to achieve something beyond his human nature."

Gilgamesh saw Xing Qingfeng's attitude toward his "self" as a violation of his uniqueness. He wasn't angry about it, but simply felt pity for him.

"What do you think truly belongs to a person?" Newton asked nonchalantly, his eyes casually sweeping over the surrounding ruins as if nothing in front of him had anything to do with him. "Body? Soul? Or something else?"

Gilgamesh didn't respond, but just looked at him coldly.

"Humans are rare computing devices with motor functions," Newton continued casually. "Where does this self-identity come from? It's the so-called 'soul,' right?"

"The functions of the 'soul' are memory and prediction, and memory is a prediction of the past." Moonlight shone on Newton, casting a faint shadow. "So, in other words, the 'soul' can also be said to be a prediction machine—"

"—Humans rely on the identity of their predictions to maintain their own identity." "And Xing Qingjiu's identity has never wavered." Newton shook his head. "Could it be that I taught him from childhood, constantly instilling in him the idea that you are the savior?"

"I've only been his teacher for less than a week."

"So," Newton said defiantly, gazing at Gilgamesh with mockery, "remember what I said? 'You are but a poorly crafted vessel, when have you ever been worthy of judging my skill?' The more you lack something, the more you care about it. You're so obsessed with your so-called uniqueness, but do you possess nothing else besides that?"

"This king truly cares little, only to obtain and protect a treasure worthy of his own," Gilgamesh replied coldly. "If anything hinders my enjoyment of this pleasure, something I deem 'must be lost'—"

He paused, his tone becoming even more stern, "—Wise God, kill without mercy."

Gilgamesh was indeed somewhat irritated, but he didn't show it. Even as arrogant and headstrong as he was, he understood that in a trash-talking game like Erjulinwusanbaqi(一)(:三)qun, the first sign of losing was being irritated. His face remained impassive, his gaze cold and sharp.

"I won't interfere with this world any further." He looked at Gilgamesh with a hint of fatigue in his eyes. "This world belongs to the young, not the dead."

“Humanity doesn’t need a dictator or some patriarch to arrange everything and treat everyone like children.”

"My interference is limited to this Holy Grail War."

He yawned, as if uninterested in all this. "I simply untied the shackles of this universe, freeing it from the clutches of fate." Newton's voice became more relaxed and casual. "I hand over this better world to them, and let them create the rest of the future themselves."

"So, as fellow undead spirits from the old times—"

"——Can you please die on your own initiative?"

"Xing Qingjiu is short of souls for a power reactor. Please be merciful and offer yourself as the material. Consider it an investment in the savior of this universe, how's that?"

"After all, considering the power of this spiritual base alone, it would be a bit troublesome to deal with you—"

"—and I'm in a hurry."

The surrounding ruins seemed remarkably quiet in the night, with only the sound of waves crashing against the shore and the occasional cry of a sea cat. An indescribable sense of oppression hung in the air, as if the entire world was waiting for the next moment to erupt.

"I am here. If you want it, come and get it yourself." A mirage-like wave appeared around Gilgamesh, and a huge golden key fell into his hand.

He used the key sword in his hand to open the treasure house in the void. However, he did not unfold the "King's Treasure", but only took out a sword. Although it looked like a sword, its shape was very different from that of an ordinary sword. The hilt and the hilt were nothing special, but the strange thing was the blade -

It was a cylindrical object made of three connected sections, the tip of the sword twisted into a blunt spiral blade. Like a mortar, the three sections rotated slowly and alternately.

"Let me see if you have the life to take it!"

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The forest in early winter looks particularly deserted under the cover of night. There is no snow cover, no lush leaves or fallen leaves. Only bare branches sway slightly in the cold wind, making a slight rustling sound.

The fighting spirits of the two Heroic Spirits silently clenched, like two invisible chains, pressing against each other, neither willing to yield. A heavy, oppressive feeling permeated the air. Anyone sensitive to auras would have felt, simply standing nearby, as if being stabbed and stabbed by swords and spears, making it difficult to breathe.

The forest was in ruins from the aftermath of their battle: trees were severed in half, their ends smooth as mirrors, as if shattered by a single blow from a massive blade. Countless branches and splinters of wood lay scattered on the ground, crackling underfoot and adding to the chill.

The ground was ripped open by deep knife and sword marks, the soil upturned, revealing the root system beneath. In some places, deep pits had even formed, as if the earth had been torn apart. Several huge rocks were smashed, and the debris was scattered in the upturned fresh soil, indicating the intensity of the battle.

The outcome will depend on the next round of fighting, and both sides know this very well.

The tense atmosphere was like frozen mercury, weighing heavily on the heart. Diarmait's right forearm was severed, blood gushing out like a fountain. He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain. Without the Master nearby to use healing magic, such a severe injury could not possibly heal on its own in such a short time.

So, what did Artoria, who already had one hand crippled, have to pay to achieve such a result?

—Her right eye was blinded, and a hideous scar slashed diagonally across her chest and abdomen, nearly damaging her internal organs. Faintly, a layer of yellow fat was exposed to the air, rising and falling slightly with her breathing. She held the sword in her right hand, her stance still firm, but each step seemed heavier.

The sharp iron blade sliced up from her calf. Although she was stopped by the sword in time, the tendon was still completely severed, leaving her unable to move. She gritted her teeth, relying on her tenacious willpower to support herself, not letting her opponent see the slightest sign of weakness.

Although this was a continuation of the brawl at the dock a few days prior, the two men now clashing blades were vastly different from their first encounter. They no longer engaged in pointless probing, their attacks more direct and fierce, more concise and piercing, a pure head-on battle of strength.

It's hard to say who the goddess of victory will ultimately smile upon. Although Altria's injuries were more severe and irreparable, Diarmait had lost a limb. For these skilled warriors, controlling their center of gravity was an instinct ingrained in their bones.

Now, the instinctive skills were no longer effective. The severed forearm had directly affected Diarmait's center of gravity, leaving him with flaws all over his body.

To make matters worse, he only had a gun to fight with.

Diarmait stood in the forest, ripped apart by the aftermath of battle, surrounded by broken tree trunks and upturned earth. In the chill wind, he kicked the yellow pistol away from beneath him and swung the red spear in his hand, as if to shake off all the sorrow and depression in his heart, pointing the spear straight at Artoria. Despite the pain on his face, his eyes remained firm, filled with fighting determination.

If you choose the Yellow Rose, which is bound to be killed, it is simply unrealistic to deal with it in exchange for damage if you cannot cause irreparable damage.

Then there is only one answer, which is to use the magic-breaking red rose, concentrate all the strength in the body into the next strike, and end this exciting duel neatly.

Although there was a good reason to choose the devil-breaking red rose to fight, Diarmait subconsciously knew that if he had to choose between two weapons, he would never choose the deadly yellow rose again.

——After all, one of the reasons why he died at the hands of the Demonic Pig was that he only brought the Yellow Rose that could definitely kill the pig, but not the Red Rose that could break the demon.

Artoria similarly unleashed the Wind King's Barrier, letting her sword's edge gleam golden in the night. She removed her armor, letting the fragments dissipate in the air as the magic power was lost. The surrounding forest was ravaged by the battle, trees severed and the ground covered with deep scars of swords and knives.

The tendon in Altria's right foot was severed, which impaired her movement and completely deprived her of the initiative. She could only stand still and passively fight back.

She chose to dispel the armor and wind wards that proved useless in the ensuing battle, and, dressed in a light blue garment, she resumed her stance. She lowered her sword, swung the blade back, and faced Lancer sideways. Though her face was etched with pain, her eyes gleamed with a resolute glint.

——She no longer cared about defense, and only wanted to use all her strength to slash from bottom to top, killing her opponent with one blow.

Although neither side exchanged any words, the warriors' gestures spoke volumes. The wind blew between them, stirring up fallen leaves and dust. They reached a tacit understanding:

The next strike would end the battle.

Diarmait took light, deliberate steps, deliberately provoking her, shifting sideways, adjusting his stance while searching for the perfect moment to strike. He knew full well that even if he held the initiative, if he couldn't manage Altria's sword's speed in the ensuing assault, he would be cut in two.

Altria stood where she was, calmly watching her opponent's light steps, secretly calculating the timing to strike with her sword.

The air roared and cracked, and the crimson spear pierced Artoria like lightning, piercing her chest. Even at such a rapid speed, Diarmait still used his Servant's dynamic vision to accurately capture the timing and speed of Artoria's sword, just as he had predicted before he attacked.

The duel had already been decided in his mind, and he had finally achieved—

——"Not good." Diarmait's heart sank.

The reason why Artoria leaned sideways and opened her stance wide, with the tip of her sword facing behind her, was for this moment.

『Wind King Barrier』, Altria actually didn’t remove the 『Wind King Barrier』 just now——

——The moment the barrier was truly broken, after she had swung her sword again.