Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"In fact, the stress of space missions comes not only from the intense physical work, but also from the mental hallucinations that can occur at any time," James said lightly, his voice remarkably clear through the quiet atmosphere of the cafe. "I really think that future space mission teams should have a psychologist."

"Psychological pressure?" The two reporters looked at each other after hearing James' words. They continued to ask, "Can you roughly describe what kind of pressure it is?"

James nodded slightly, his eyes lingering for a moment on the scenery outside the window before he replied calmly, "It's just a bit of depression and occasional fear. When that happens, just chat with your colleagues." His tone was steady, his eyes calm. "This situation won't affect our operations. In fact, everything was under control during this mission."

The two reporters were obviously not satisfied with this answer and continued to ask: "What about special circumstances?"

James was silent for a moment, then smiled lightly. "Ah, it's just hallucinations. For example, I once saw Marilyn Monroe waving at me naked in space," he said with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I also saw someone who looked like an Asian swinging around in space. You know, Chinese Kung Fu."

The two "reporters" looked at each other, decided not to ask any more questions, nodded, and signaled that James could continue to enjoy his coffee.

James took a sip of coffee, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "But it may also be because of my psychological problems. I have decided to apply for retirement."

The two "reporters" were clearly not expecting this news and were momentarily stunned. Then the first "reporter" stood up, bowed slightly, and said politely, "That's a shame, Mr. James. We'll compile your answers into a document and hope to have the opportunity to ask you more questions in the near future."

"You're welcome. It's my honor to be interviewed." James maintained a calm tone, but his eyes revealed a hint of complex emotions.

The second "reporter" also stood up, nodded politely, and left the café with his companion. Their steps were synchronized, a perfect tacit understanding. The moment they pushed the door open, the small doorbell chimed again.

James peered through the window, watching their backs disappear down the street. He took a sip of his coffee, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue once again. Inside the café, a gentle stream of jazz music drifted softly, blending with the aroma of coffee and the faint whispers of voices, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere. James's thoughts drifted uncontrollably, becoming heavy and complex as the bitter taste of coffee lingered in the air.

"How pathetic," James murmured to himself, his voice drowned out by the background music in the cafe. He cast his gaze out the window again. The setting sun cast a golden glow on the street. Pedestrians hurried by, and cars flowed like a stream, as if everything was proceeding peacefully and orderly.

As the sun gradually sank into the west, the sky deepened in color, transitioning from pale gold to orange-red, and finally to a dark purple. Street lights flickered one by one, adding a touch of warmth to the city. Neon signs in shop windows began to flicker, and pedestrians were shrouded in a thin veil of darkness. The entire world seemed enveloped in a soft glow. James set down his coffee cup, the remaining coffee at the bottom appearing particularly dark under the light.

He stood up, his fatigue evident. He straightened his clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles, and tightened his tie, preparing to leave the café. The small bell at the door rang again, its crisp ring echoing in the air, as if bidding him farewell, or perhaps echoing the words he had muttered.

"How sad."

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Surprisingly, the Space Line also has a branch line that will be recovered and ready to be deployed!

In fact, this is not only a foreshadowing for the later part, but also a foreshadowing for the Lostbelt plot. In the Lostbelt plot, the story of Subject E in Area 51 and the Blue Book is quite interesting, and also points to the Lostbelt, the core of the reason why the Earth has become blank. But Mushroom has not revealed the truth yet, so we can only rely on guessing, and we can only wait for the next alien plot to be released to get the answer.

Based on the outline structure, optimistically, we should be able to wait for the relevant plot before the start of the Lostbelt plot, but now all the inferences are just guesses, so now we can only lay a little foreshadowing and prepare a hidden line that will not affect the main plot.

I would like to post this article, please vote and give me feedback and suggestions, thank you!

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By the way, I recommend this book, which is also a Type-Moon fanfiction. It should be the beginning of the French Hundred Years' War. The results are much better than mine. If you are interested, you can take a look.

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"Starting to save Joan of Arc, you told me this is Type-Moon?"

"I saved Joan of Arc, rebuilt the Frankish Empire, restored the Carolingian territories, and was a paragon of Charlemagne."

"I once drew the Holy Sword, broke the Scourge of God, and became the protector of all Europe."

"I once walked with the Knight King and defeated the White Dragon King Vortigern. I was the one who witnessed the beginning and the end of the Knight King."

"But now you're asking me to fight this lousy Holy Grail War?"

Frankish Emperor, the man who restored the Carolingian territories, the Paladin, the one who drew the holy sword, Gavin Liuba" 九: Qiaba Ling④０焐 said so

Volume 61: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . My Principles/Heaven's Principles

In the early winter of Fuyuki, the morning sun streamed through the expansive windows of the Matou residence, spilling into a clean, bright, and spacious room. This room was located on the east side of the house, and the first rays of sunrise always penetrated the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the room with warm light. From time to time, the chilly wind outside brushed against the window lattice, bringing a hint of early winter's coolness that contrasted sharply with the warmth inside.

In one corner of the room, various chemical instruments were neatly stacked. Beakers, conical flasks, graduated cylinders, and test tube racks were neatly arranged on the gleaming stainless steel laboratory table. The transparent glassware shone brightly in the sunlight. Each one was wiped spotlessly clean, revealing the owner's cherishment and frequent use of it.

——Of course, the actual work of brushing the test tubes is usually done by Kenneth or Xing Qingjiu. If these two people happen to be not in the laboratory, then the person who brushes the test tubes will be Matou Kariya.

On the floor in the center of the room, an intricate and elaborate magic circle was painted. This magic circle was created with a golden liquid, its color appearing particularly dazzling in the sunlight. The design of the magic circle was complex and precise. The golden liquid flowed continuously across the floor, interweaving lines to form a pattern like a work of art. As the sunlight shone on the magic circle, the golden liquid reflected a soft glow, adding a mysterious and sacred atmosphere to the entire room.

——But if you look at it together with the chemical equipment in the room, it feels out of place.

The view outside the window was breathtaking. The courtyard outside the Matou residence was shrouded in the chill of early winter. A few bare trees swayed gently in the breeze, and a few withered leaves drifted down, adding a touch of desolation. In the corners of the courtyard, a few piles of wind-blown fallen leaves lay scattered, adding a touch of forlornness. The mountains in the distance were shrouded in a thin mist. From an unobstructed viewpoint, Ryudo Temple could be vaguely seen on the mountaintop.

On the other side of the room stood a marble desk, on which lay some unfinished experimental records and several used pens, indicating that the owner of this room often worked late at night.

Newton sat at his desk, using pen and paper to do his final calculations. Although he no longer needed pen and paper due to his own calculation skills, his old habits still made him rely more on this traditional method when working or researching.

Just like a famous Type-Moon writer named Kodachi who still writes manuscripts with a fountain pen (from the Yosuga Script Tour, at least that's what Mita said).

The paper on the table was densely covered with formulas and calculations, and Newton's pen scratched across the paper. Occasionally, Newton would pause and look out the window, his thoughts seemingly drifting away from the room. But the scenery outside the window was just a backdrop to his eyes; his thoughts never faltered.

"Shit, who called me?"

Okay, now my thoughts are interrupted.

The sudden telepathic request interrupted Newton's train of thought. Although he was unhappy, out of curiosity, Newton took the initiative to answer the other party's message. He closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the source of the telepathic request.

——"Why is it still from the inner sea of ​​the star?" Newton muttered.

"Ah, finally connected. Hahaha. I can't interfere with your dreams directly, so I can only use this stupid method." A frivolous male voice suddenly entered Newton's mind, but he remained calm. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Merlin."

Newton frowned slightly, then thought for a moment before suddenly realizing something. "...Oh, I remember now. The legendary court mage of the Knights of the Round Table." He said with a hint of sarcasm, "That girl is the one you helped to get to the top, right?"

"Uh..." Merlin seemed a little embarrassed.

Newton interrupted him coldly: "I have nothing to talk about with a loser like you who can only pass on the responsibility to the young people. If you have something to say, please tell me now."

"Oh my... could you please release the soul of that child Altria?" Even though he was insulted by a straight-up person, Merlin did not feel embarrassed at all. It was more like a miracle that he, as a half-nightmare, could feel guilty towards Altria.

"You can probably tell, right? The child isn't actually dead. She's not just some clone of information copied from Valhalla."

Newton raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment, and responded coldly: "So, what? Do you want me to send her back personally?"

"Ahahaha, no need, you just need to untie her." Merlin replied, "Avalon will bring her back."

Newton pondered for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons. "Well, I'll solve it." His tone revealed a hint of thought. Then he continued, "But shouldn't you give me something?"

"Ah..." Merlin obviously didn't expect Newton to make a request to him in return, "Um... Oh my..."

"You can still see things outside from the inner sea of ​​the stars. Is it possible to see it now?"

In fact, Newton had already decided not to use Artoria as material when he found out she was alive. Only five Servants were needed as material. But since Merlin had offered himself to him at this time—

——Then don’t blame Newton for taking the opportunity to make a fortune from him.

"Oh, well..." Merlin seemed quite hesitant. "I can't give you the eyes."

Merlin obviously said this because he saw the negotiation between Newton and Gilgamesh.

"I have a vision system that can see the future and the past. I don't need you to dig your eyes out," Newton said calmly. "I've studied this eye. Essentially, the vision system for the past, future, and present all uses the same database—"

"—but they have different permissions to access information," Newton said. "I only need the permissions of your eyes."

"but……"

"Why, haven't you ever studied your own eyes?" Newton chuckled disdainfully. "Ha, he's clearly a magician whose name will go down in history."

"Who would have the leisure to pluck out their own eyeballs and study them?" Merlin thought silently.

"I'll send you the technique. Any questions?"

"If this means you can return Altria's child." Merlin checked the spell and confirmed that it was indeed just an extension of some shared vision spell, "I agree."

"If this could bring about a perfect ending," Merlin smiled. "But if it succeeds, perhaps I won't even see the end of the world."

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"The shape of stars, the shape of the universe, the shape of gods, the shape of the Animus."

The standard initiation term for Celestial Magic, or Celestial Magic, can be traced back to the Celestial Magic of the Age of Gods.

In the Age of Gods, such chanting connected oneself with the starry sky.

Through a series of chants, "stars", "universe" and "God" are connected with oneself.

Due to the ancient understanding of the world, the flat earth theory and even the geocentric theory regarded the planet under our feet as the center of the universe, so the "shape of the stars" always took precedence over the "shape of the universe."

However, in the modern era of magic, this activation phrase is nothing more than a psychological suggestion to them. As for why even the order has not changed——

——Because the foundation of modern astronomy is still based on geocentrism.

"...No, this model is too bad." Newton suddenly stopped chanting halfway through, his brow furrowed. After thinking for a moment, he changed the format of the spell and started chanting again -

"—The shape of the universe (Cosmos), the shape of the stars (Stars), the shape of myself (Animus), the shape of the sky (Cosmos)."

The Earth has no special place in the universe, and the revision of the order also revised the usage model. The revised chanting order changed to start from the universe and end at the universe, forming a cycle.

As for deleting the form of God, it was because the Age of Gods had already ended and Newton did not need to include God in the model.

"The celestial body is the void (Antrum), and the void is the void (Unbirth). Yet, within the void (Anima) resides my principles (Animus Cosmos)."

The conceptual universe can be seen as a void in the Type-Moon world, and the celestial body is a void, and the void is the void, which further connects the conceptual universe and creates a container, namely Antrum. Cosmos can express both the universe and order.

——In FGO, Cosmos also refers to "fantasy", such as Cosmos Denial.

As for Anima and Animus, they are the yin and yang forms of the Latin word "qunus" (soul), representing earth and heaven, respectively. Anima can refer to the earth, for example, Earth Princess is Anima, while Animus can also refer to the heavens, for example, Animusphere refers to the celestial sphere.

At this point, the content of the spell chanted by Newton is very obvious.

From the universe (Cosmos) to the end of the universe (Cosmos), connect "Universe" and "Imagination". Create a container (Antrum) and connect it to the earth (Anima) -

——Finally, I will abide by my own principles/the principles of heaven (AnimusCosmos).

As Newton's voice rose in a deep, rhythmic chorus, the lines of the magic circle began to shimmer with a golden light. At first, the light was faint, flickering like a candle flame, but as the chant deepened, it grew brighter, gradually illuminating the entire room. Every symbol, every line, radiated a dazzling golden glow, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

The five pure souls placed outside the magic circle hovered quietly in the air, emitting a faint blue light. As the spell progressed, these souls began to change. First, the light on their surfaces began to flicker slightly, and then the entire soul became transparent, like ice melting in the sun.

The soul essence gradually turned into liquid, slowly dripping onto the magic circle. The moment the liquid hit the ground, it merged with the formation, as if absorbed into a huge net. Each drop of liquid flowed along the golden light, as if guided by an invisible force, and finally converged towards the center of the magic circle.

——That’s an eyeball.

When the eyeball absorbed all the soul essence, the Servant's soul began to return to the Throne of Heroes. After the pure information returned, the cycle composed of soul essence began a continuous "return" process, firmly blocking the newly opened hole -

——The holes inside and outside the world have stabilized, and the next step is to establish a one-way link to the vortex of origin.

Newton removed the eyeball and placed it together with another eyeball in a previously prepared shell, sinking it into imaginary space to ensure its unobservability.

"Xing Qingfeng, prepare the link. The medium is your eyeball, and the coordinates in the imaginary space are the ones I told you before."

Xing Qingfu's body parts are not necessary. They are just a medium for Xing Qingfu to connect with the established system before the link is established. After the link is completed, Xing Qingfu can drive the magic power to make his eyeballs grow back.

"OK, I feel it," Xing Qingfeng replied while covering one eye while sitting next to him, "Then we need to build an inherent barrier..."

"That's right. Then, connect this inherent barrier to the Root Vortex to establish a one-way connection. I will help you with this."

"Why does this thing feel so small? It feels like it can only barely fit me in." Xing Qingfeng complained, "Don't I need to build a mental world?"

“No, unless you plan to establish a two-way link.”

"Okay." Xing Qingqiu's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and soon appeared from another place. "It's done. Let me try the feeling of being a wizard." Xing Qingqiu said impatiently.

"I feel like performing magic this way is really too troublesome. It's better to just use pure alchemy." Xing Qingqiu thought for a long time but couldn't come up with any ideas. "So before I can perform magic, I have to first understand the principles behind it and practice them again in the inherent barrier."

"Let's try making the simplest fireball first. The three elements of combustion..." Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself.

——Then a huge fireball exploded the Matou residence.

"Holy crap!" Xing Qingqiu was stunned by the sight. He subconsciously took a few steps back to avoid the flying sparks and debris. "No, is this thing really that powerful?!"

"The magic you unleash depends on what you construct within the inherent barrier," Newton slapped Xing Qingqi on the head. "Don't you know what you've done in there?"

"I simply simulated a hydrogen explosion in a closed, high-oxygen environment..."

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This description should not be too confusing, so I have added a paragraph to explain the spell. However, the explanations of the various terms here are just some guesses. The original book has not given a particularly clear answer. Please bear with me. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.

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Volume 62: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Messiah and His Students

Kotomine Kirei lay unconscious on the hospital bed. The morning sun slanted through the white curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The ward was filled with the scent of disinfectant mixed with a faint hint of medicine, intertwined with the fresh air from the garden and the faint musty odor of the old wooden furniture, outlining the history of Fuyuki Hospital. Outside the window was the hospital garden. Several evergreen trees stood in the center of the courtyard, their branches swaying gently in the cold wind, demonstrating their tenacious vitality. The early winter breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

The patient in the bed was utterly pale, as if drained of all color. His skin was dry and fragile, as if it would crack at the slightest touch. His hair, severely depleted of vitality, had grown a profusion of white hair, making him look even more haggard. The ECG monitor beeped regularly, indicating he was still breathing. The sound was remarkably clear in the silent room, each one a reminder of the fragility and perseverance of life.

The nurse quietly entered the room and checked Kotomine Kirei's vital signs. Inside the ward, aside from the whirring of instruments, there was virtually no other noise. Only the occasional rustle of wind outside the window added a touch of movement to the silent space.

On the bedside table lay an open Bible, its pages slightly curled, as if waiting for its owner to wake up and continue reading. The clock on the wall read nine in the morning. Time seemed to slow down in this ward, but the gentle click of the clock's hands reminded everyone in the room of the passage of time.

Kotomine Risei was sitting in a chair beside the hospital bed. His back was straight, his fingers gently grasping Kirei's hand, feeling that faint pulse. Risei's face was calm, without any excessive sadness or solemnity, only a deep thought.

Kirei's physical condition was affected by the loss of magical energy, which had resulted in a significant amount of his life force being converted into magical energy. His physical strength had severely declined, his skin was pale and dry, and he appeared extremely weak. The nurse noted his slow heart rate, low blood pressure, and occasional mild shortness of breath. Despite this, his vital signs remained stable, though he appeared unusually weak.

For an ordinary person, even with the aid of the Command Spells and the Demonic Offering, they would probably not be able to endure the torture of that night. But for Kotomine Kirei, the priest of the Eighth Secret Society, who had been selected as the official agent in his youth, such a huge loss of vitality did nothing more than cause him to fall into a coma.

But this also left Kotomine Risei somewhat helpless. As a fellow priest of the Eighth Mystery Society, Kotomine Risei was a monk who had achieved enlightenment purely through asceticism. Although his attainments in boxing were even superior to Kirei's—

——But it can be said that Kotomine Ri knows nothing about magic and is completely insulated from it.

It's rather outrageous that this guy could fight against the Dead Apostles with pure Bajiquan.