Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

The truth is universal; the range of this Noble Phantasm is inherently unlimited, though its mana consumption is also unbearable. However, if it is confined to the range of human vision, that is, the observable universe, the mana consumption is greatly reduced. If it is within the reach of humanity, that is, the range of the Pioneer probes, the mana consumption is further reduced.

Despite this, its magic power consumption is unbearable for ordinary servants.

If Newton were to deploy his Noble Phantasm in its original form, then it's conservatively estimated that the entire solar system could be contained within the inherent barrier of "Newtonian mechanics' three-dimensional uniform world." However, he still needed to deploy the inherent barrier; otherwise, he couldn't affect objects within its range with his Noble Phantasm.

Because although Newton refused to acknowledge the ether theory, he also refused to acknowledge action at a distance, believing that force could not be transmitted without a medium.

After the revision, the Noble Phantasm Newton was willing to release was changed to only affect the low-speed macroscopic world within its range. The inherent barrier was cancelled. Although if he deployed the inherent barrier of this Noble Phantasm, he could do almost anything within it.

But this means that the model he uses is more advanced.

As for why he didn't release the original Noble Phantasm, what a joke! He wouldn't even unfold the modified Noble Phantasm. He wouldn't even acknowledge that ridiculously backward model was his own imaginary world, letting him use this backward model to replace the real world and be proud of it—

This is somewhat insulting to Newton, who respected the truth. Even if he thought he was a ghost, he wouldn't cling to an outdated model and claim that he was the truth. Not to mention that the background of this Noble Phantasm was a boast made in his youth, which now seems to be a complete black history.

"Give up your struggle! You've done well to allow me to use my Noble Phantasm." As the smoke and dust cleared, Newton stood still, unmoving. His presence was remarkably calm and aloof amidst the chaos. Hundreds of explosions triggered by Noble Phantasms further devastated the docks, their violent shockwaves echoing through the air. The ground, already battered by the Sword of Separation, was now even more devastated. The massive blast marks had permanently altered the landscape.

At the center of the explosion, a massive crater formed like the mouth of a giant beast, greedily devouring the waters of the Miyuan River. The water poured into the crater at an alarming rate, stirring up countless splashes, rolling waves, and rumbling. It's conceivable that this place will soon become a new tourist attraction, perhaps called Dongmu Lake.

The natural gas companies will probably be pushed to the forefront and become scapegoats.

But can the natural gas company bear the blame?

Even an explosion of this magnitude couldn't harm Newton in the slightest. The smoke and dust barely blocked him out, and his clothes remained straight and neat, as if they'd just been ironed, without a single wrinkle. It was as if the blast had just been a child's firecrackers going off.

The first thing Lord Niu did after unfolding his treasure was to tidy up his appearance so that others would not see him looking so dirty.

"Alright, no need to resist. I'll treat you with respect," Newton said casually. "You're quite good at forcing me to release my Noble Phantasm."

The answer given by the Omniscient Star was the same: it was completely Game Over. But even so, Gilgamesh's dignity would not allow him to give up.

"Finally, have you ever wondered why past and future vision can reveal events in the past and future so clearly?"

Newton did not take action, but suddenly asked Gilgamesh a question.

Gilgamesh frowned slightly, but didn't respond immediately. Newton continued, "Or, in other words, why are they able to make such accurate predictions? I've given you time to think about it. What's your answer?"

Gilgamesh still didn't reply, his eyes filled with disdain and indifference. To him, such questions were utterly uninteresting. Whether it was the past, fixed and bound by human reason, or other events that had been cut out—these things had nothing to do with his courtyard, naturally, they were beyond his consideration.

"What does this have to do with me? They are not my collection, and they are not my subjects. Do you still expect me to pay even the slightest attention to them?" Gilgamesh responded coldly, his tone full of disdain.

Newton sighed, seemingly anticipating Gilgamesh's response, yet still feeling a tinge of disappointment. "Alas... you people never seem to care to think." He shook his head. "Past and future vision, neither of them possesses meta-predictive capabilities. They are not, in themselves, oracles. If memory can be considered a prediction of the past—"

"—Then can predictions be considered memories of the future?"

The Omniscient and Omnipotent Star had already given his answer, but Gilgamesh remained silent.

It's just too hopeless.

"Prediction and memory are equivalent to a certain extent. In other words, future vision and past vision can actually be considered as having no predictive function at all..." Gilgamesh replied slowly, "They are storage devices that record everything..."

“Yes, the total number of events is fixed and recorded,” Newton continued. “Time links these snapshots of events together in a chain, following the direction of entropy, and arranges them in a specific order.”

"The next snapshot depends on the previous one. Every moment in the universe depends on what happened in the previous moment, showing a causal relationship. Therefore, we can take one of the snapshots and predict it forward and backward, which is prediction and memory."

"This is determined by the direction of entropy. The more possibilities there are, the greater the entropy. Eventually, the entropy of the universe reaches its maximum, which is heat death."

"However, entropy can be reduced by reducing the number of possible events."

"In order to combat the ever-increasing entropy, the reduction of phenomena will become increasingly greater. It has an 'acceleration'"

"Continuously 'pruning things', eventually all the side branches are cut off, leaving only the 'compilation thing'."

"Even so, the finite number of events will be exhausted, but at the moment of exhaustion, the entropy of this universe will reach a balance between increase and decrease, and enter an unchanging eternity—"

"Nothing unexpected will happen. The past in memory is correct and unchanging. There will be no surprises. An absolutely monotonous Eternal Return will occur. At this moment, the number of possible events is fixed at 1, that is, the number of possible states is 1—"

"——S=kln(1), entropy is zero."

"But now the number of phenomena in this eternal universe has been exhausted. So, what will happen?"

“…” Gilgamesh closed his eyes, his expression growing heavier.

"Why, are you finally willing to think about this?" Newton smiled. "I can tell you more, but the price is—"

"—give me your future to study."

"You want my eye?" Gilgamesh sneered. "My star of omniscience and omnipotence..."

Gilgamesh's sneer froze.

The omniscient and omnipotent star cannot come up with an answer.

"It's possible that the number of events is fixed at 1, its logarithm is fixed at 0, and entropy is also 0. The universe just lingers on, and all of this can still be recorded."

"But when the number of phenomena is reduced to zero, you won't get the answer unless you observe from outside the world."

Gilgamesh raised his only remaining arm, thought for a moment, then forcibly removed his left eye and threw it to Newton.

"So you'll never learn to think properly." Newton took the eyeball and smiled contemptuously. "I can tell you're asking about a database."

Newton was not a person who liked to teach others, as can be seen from the fact that he only had four students during his lifetime.

He was too lazy to argue with these people. After all, these undead could not really understand his theory. The reason why he wasted so much time talking was actually just for one reason -

——He needs a database of events in this universe.

So he dug a hole and waited for Gilgamesh to jump in. It couldn't be that Newton was like some big villain who couldn't hold it in and had to find someone to tell his plan.

The battle just now had made him start to rely on the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star. Suddenly, he asked a question to him, continuing to guide him to rely on the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star. Then, when he asked a question that could not be asked directly—

——Gilgamesh really jumped into the pit himself.

"S = kln(0), taking lim(lnx), as x approaches 0, the limit is negative infinity, meaning entropy is negative infinity, and thermodynamic time will be reversed until it returns to the origin."

"The steady state of the eternal universe can only last for a moment. After crossing this origin, finite events will repeat themselves in this closed space."

"The ever-monotonous return of Eternal Calamity, the Ouroboros devouring itself..."

“…This is Fate, this is the unshakable destiny.”

"Can he change all this?" Gilgamesh ignored Newton's ridicule and stared with his only remaining eye.

"The law of increasing entropy applies to closed spaces. If we make this universe open, the premise of the law of increasing entropy will be broken."

"He comes from the outer universe and does not belong to this world. With the help of the Garden of Eden he created, he will truly save this desperate world."

"It is enough that fate binds us, the dead, and the young people of the future deserve to enjoy a better world."

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I wrote this on the high-speed rail and I'm a little tired. Please feel free to ask any questions you have. I will make changes after I see them. Thank you!

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Volume 50: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . The Plea of the Useless Knight

Diarmait felt like he was going to die.

Although Altria's sword hadn't completely shattered the spirit core, it had undoubtedly reached his heart, causing irreversible damage to the spirit core contained within. Pain washed over him like a tide, and his consciousness gradually blurred, his vision becoming hazy.

According to Diarmait's calculations, the tip of the spear should have been able to take victory before he was hit, but the sudden acceleration of the sword was beyond his expectations.

If the sword had come straight down instead of slashing diagonally from the right waist to the left shoulder, he might have been cut in half long ago. But it was understandable. If a blow that concentrated all his strength didn't cause a fatal injury to the opponent, it would be a complete failure.

——After all, for a Servant, as long as their Spirit Core is not damaged, there is still hope.

The current situation is that he is just one step behind his opponent in returning to his seat.

A gruesome scar, like a chasm, carved into Diarmait's waist and abdomen. Through the scar, one could even vaguely see the beating heart. His entire body was stained red by the gushing blood, not only his own, but also that of his opponent. Blood flowed down his waist and abdomen, staining the soil beneath his feet. The air was thick with the smell of blood.

Diarmait gritted his teeth, exerting the last of his strength to pull the crimson spear from Artoria's body, a cloud of blood emanating from it. He tried to steady her body with his free hand, but he had forgotten that his own forearm had been severed. He could only watch helplessly as his opponent's body slammed into the blood-soaked mud, sending a splatter of blood and mud flying everywhere.

"I'm sorry..." Diarmait's lips moved, his weak apology almost inaudible. His voice seemed particularly lonely and powerless in the silent night.

Using his spear to support himself, he tried to cover the fatal wound on his waist and abdomen, but without a hand, he was powerless. Blood continued to flow, staining the soil under his feet red. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and each breath seemed to exhaust all his strength.

He could only slowly sit down on the soft, moist earth, his back against a severed tree trunk, feeling the last bit of warmth in his life. A cold wind blew, blurring his vision as consciousness faded. He looked up at the night sky, and the stars gradually dimmed in his eyes.

“How wonderful,” Diarmait thought. “I am so lucky to have met such a lord.”

Moonlight filtered through the sparse branches onto Diarmait's face, his eyes revealing a complex emotion. Kayneth didn't particularly care about winning or losing the Holy Grail War; rather, he felt that if Sir Niu won, he would win too. He had already, without realizing it, considered himself on Newton's side.

If that were the case, then Lancer wasn't very important to him. Diarmait actually understood this quite well. During those decadent days when he sat on the sofa drinking, he wasn't depressed because he didn't have any fights.

——It’s because I am of no use to my lord.

Memories flooded back, and Diarmait couldn't help but sigh. He had met such a forgiving lord, yet his abilities were useless. At the dock, he could only watch helplessly as his lord was humiliated by Rider, and when facing Caster, the magic-breaking red rose he was so proud of was completely useless.

The repeated feelings of helplessness and powerlessness stung him deeply. Even when the base was attacked, he had played no role at all. If Caster hadn't come to his aid in time, his master would have been buried under the rubble.

Diarmait looked up at the night sky, his heart filled with bitterness. His only role in his master's journey to outer space was to stand below and ensure the launch platform remained stable.

He did not participate in the real battle at all, and failed to even fulfill his basic protection duties, as if he was a completely useless person.

When his lord mercifully asked him about his wish for the Holy Grail War, Diarmait hesitated.

——I want to be loyal to my lord, but saying such words from my useless mouth will only bring trouble to my lord and have no other meaning.

He could even imagine his lord's originally smug face suddenly becoming stiff, and then he was worried about how to give this useless knight of his a little dignity and end-of-life care.

Diarmait understood that even if he offered his loyalty to his lord, he would be of no use to him. So, he decided not to cause trouble for his lord.

"I wish to complete that unfinished duel," Diarmuid said. Eliminating an enemy Servant, or even dying at the hands of an enemy Servant, could accelerate the progress of the Holy Grail War. Perhaps that was all he could do.

Now it seemed like the effect was surprisingly good. Not only had I eliminated Altria, but I was also about to leave the scene. By destroying both servants at once, had I shared my master's worries?

The surrounding forest was eerily silent after the fierce battle. A cold wind blew through the bare branches, emitting a low, mournful groan. The ground was covered with scars of battle, a crisscross of deep bullet holes and sword wounds. The upturned soil revealed dark brown roots. Several boulders had been shattered, their debris scattered everywhere. Moonlight shone across the devastated landscape, casting a cold, silver veil over it.

It was clearly the last moment of his life, and he had just experienced a satisfying duel.

——But why do I feel so unwilling in my heart?

Reluctance lingered within him, but now it was impossible for him to stand up and serve his lord. Diarmait struggled with the harsh reality. The world around him seemed to grow increasingly blurry, and the warmth of the battle quickly dissipated in the cold night wind. The sound of trees snapping and the cracks in the ground seemed to still echo in his ears. He leaned weakly on his spear, feeling the strength of his life gradually draining away.

Let him drown in his unwillingness. This is the end of the incompetent knight Diarmait. This is the price he deserves for betraying his former master.

Diarmait accepted this and slowly closed his eyes in endless reluctance.

——However, in the next moment, the unwillingness in his heart turned into endless resentment and anger.

Under normal circumstances, the Master and the Servant are connected through a contract. As long as one of them is in great danger, the other will sense it through their breath.

At this moment, the sense of crisis entered Diarmait's mind very clearly.

My lord is in deep crisis, and I can only stand here and hate my own incompetence.

“Call me…Call me, my lord…” Diarmait almost begged, his lips moving constantly.

If I had insisted on asking my master to be loyal to me, if I had not chosen this duel out of selfish desire, if I could still be by my master's side...

"Call me, a useless knight. Why are you unwilling to rely on me even in danger? Please, call me."

Diarmait propped himself up with his spear. Blood dripped from the broken wound, staining the ground beneath his feet. His figure seemed incomparably lonely in the night. The moonlight shone on his pale face, revealing a haggard look. He didn't know where to go.

"Call me, please, don't abandon me..."

Perhaps someone finally heard Diarmait’s plea, because the next second, his sense of space was completely stripped away, and he was thrown into a "movement" that made him lose all sense of direction.

“—In the name of the Command Seal, Diarmait, come to me.”

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Kenneth regretted his arrogance.

The knight's brilliance was bright and shining, but that didn't mean he was the same. He was just lucky enough to be bathed in the knight's light, and he actually thought he was also good at fighting, which he was not good at.

Not knowing his own limitations, yet still challenging Rider alone—

——He was already in a bad state facing Assassin.

The forest seemed exceptionally quiet under the cover of night, yet within this stillness lay hidden an endless stream of murderous intent. Moonlight filtered through the sparse branches, its silvery white light casting mottled shadows across the muddy ground.

Kenneth stood in the desolate woods, the cold wind brushing across his cheeks, bringing waves of biting chills. The surrounding trees were jagged, some broken by the aftermath of the battle, and the ground was covered with shattered bark and broken branches.

The Moon Spirit Marrow swirled around him like a silver snake, but its automatic enemy-seeking function was useless in the face of Assassin's breath blocking and agility. It was not that it could not find the enemy, but that it could not keep up with the speed.

The Assassins in front of him could be said to be the servants with the lowest stats in this Holy Grail War, but there were enough of them that even if he used the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid for passive defense, he could not withstand the Assassin's dagger.

Like the barbs of a bamboo forest surrounding Kenneth, the silver pillar of mercury gleamed coldly in the moonlight. Membrane-type defenses were unnecessary against such straight-line projectiles, as they cost more mana and were less powerful and flexible. A single "pillar" was sufficient defense against such a thing.

However, the magic power required to unfold the mercury into the shape of a sword mountain was certainly not comparable to that of a simple film-like form. Kayneth had to ensure that each barb, twisted as thin as steel wire, possessed the hardness and toughness to block a Servant's attack.

In the night wind, the mercury barbs were like a forest made of steel, protecting Kenneth tightly.

This automatic protection was created by mobilizing all of Kenneth's magical energy. The magic seals inherited from the Archipelago family, carved on his shoulders, pushed the channel to its limit, and intense pain tore at the owner's flesh. Every breath seemed to ignite a fire in his lungs, and the pain blurred his vision, but he dared not relax for a moment.

"Fuck, if my magic furnace was still there, why would I be in such a mess..."