Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

The obvious fluctuations of magic power will also tell your enemies that there is a big one here, come and smash it.

In short, it is a design that is useless except for showing off.

"So, how exactly does this Philosopher's Stone summon Servants?" Xing Qingqi carefully examined the Philosopher's Stone in front of him. "First, the class framework is created, and then the Servant's information is instilled..."

"But how exactly is this framework made?" Xing Qingyu really wanted to take apart the Philosopher's Stone and take a closer look at how it worked, but then he considered that this was actually a gift from his teacher to the Einzbern family, and it would be a bit of a mischief if he couldn't put it back together after breaking it.

But if you just half-start it to study its working process, there is no problem.

Xing Qingfu's eyes were fixed on the emerald green philosopher's stone. His fingers slid lightly across the surface of the stone, activating the hidden magic circuit by triggering specific circuit nodes.

It turns out to be slide to unlock.

As Xing Qingfeng guided it, the Philosopher's Stone began to emit an even stronger light, projecting a complex three-dimensional structure into the library. Xing Qingfeng had seen many two-dimensional magic circles, but this was his first time seeing a three-dimensional one. He opened his eyes wide, carefully observing these intricate structures of light and shadow.

The magical vortex within the Philosopher's Stone spun at an almost invisible speed, like a sophisticated centrifuge, separating and purifying the desired contents. Although the Philosopher's Stone itself did not rotate, Xing Qingji could sense subtle vibrations emanating from it. These vibrations seemed to follow a certain pattern, resonating with the magical circuits engraved within the stone.

At the center of the magical vortex, a tiny dot of light gradually condensed. It was the core of the class framework, the bridge connecting the Heroic Spirit to the real world. The dot of light slowly expanded, forming a three-dimensional polyhedron. The outer magic circle etched patterns and symbols into it. These symbols and patterns began to emit a soft glow, interweaving with each other to form tiny vortices of light that quietly rotated around the core dot of light.

"Hmm... up to this point, the framework's characteristics are still magical." Xing Qingfeng carefully guided the completed framework out of the Philosopher's Stone, holding it in his palm and examining it carefully. He felt its delicate vibrations and subtle energy flow, then decisively stopped working on the Philosopher's Stone.

"So, at what stage did it become a soul?" Xing Qingfu took the notes beside him and recorded the experimental process in detail. "Could it be that the structural transformation occurred only after the information from the Throne of Heroes was transmitted?"

Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment, then swallowed the Servant Frame in his hand without hesitation. If he destroyed it directly outside, he was worried about the risk of it accidentally exploding. Eating it directly and digesting it was the safest way.

"The soul is the product of the coupling of specific information and a specific magical structure." He wrote in his notebook, then circled it with a red pen and put a question mark, and finally closed the notebook.

Further research would require the Holy Grail ritual to be carried out, but conducting such an experiment in someone else's home was somewhat abstract.

In just seven days, he had already destroyed the Tōsaka and Matou families. If he accidentally destroyed the Einzbern family as well, perhaps to some extent, he would have completed the achievement of destroying the three Fuyuki families.

Anyway, the Einzberns would eventually push for the Holy Grail War to be held elsewhere, so they didn't lack for this little time. Xing Qingqiu stood up, sorted out his notes and lab materials, and concluded his study for the day. Just as he was about to leave the library, he ran into Newton, who had just entered.

Newton was busy treating Illya's body today. Due to Einzbern's over-adjustment, Illya's development stopped early, and in order to maintain the excellence of her functions, the price was a shortened lifespan.

Her developmental delay was essentially irreversible, unless the entire design framework was completely overturned and redesigned. However, Illya wasn't an object, and redesigning her body was essentially impossible. Therefore, Newton was somewhat helpless and could only restructure Illya's body to ensure her lifespan remained normal.

"Teacher, I have a question." Xing Qingqiu approached with the Philosopher's Stone. "How exactly does the creation process of this class framework work..."

"I used the same method used to create my own Spirit Base," Newton explained. "I first constructed a frame that could hold the Servant's information, which was copied from Valhalla."

"Then it's centrifuged, splitting it into one of the seven classes." Newton said, "The original mechanism of the Holy Grail was to directly create the frames of the seven classes, but I felt that was too complicated. I need to engrave the characteristic circuits of the seven classes into a single Holy Grail."

"And the one you hold in your hand actually modularizes the entire production process," Newton said. "While a single Philosopher's Stone can only produce a single-class frame, a set of seven Philosopher's Stones is required to complete a Holy Grail War."

"But even so, it will be much simpler than the original Holy Grail ceremony, and I have also incorporated the soul recovery mechanism. Each Philosopher's Stone will automatically recover the soul of the Servant corresponding to it, so there is no need for the Small Holy Grail." Newton led Xing Qingqi to a workshop in Einzbern and took out a "Second-order Rubik's Cube" composed of eight Philosopher's Stones to show Xing Qingqi.

"Like this, although the summoning process still requires the use of ley lines, or the earth as a medium, it is also quite portable."

"Wait a minute," Xing Qingyu noticed something was wrong, "Teacher, why are these eight in your hand grouped together?"

"Don't you think seven cubes look ugly no matter how you arrange them?" Newton explained. "So I added a decoration, and it looks much better."

"That makes sense." Xing Qingqi nodded and continued, "However, 'imitating the production method of this Spiritual Base', so your Spiritual Base is produced differently from the Spiritual Bases of other Servants in the Holy Grail War?"

"I centrifuged the main body's information, separated it into multiple 'one of my dreams', and then automatically distributed it according to the summoner's preference." Newton said.

"After all, my original body isn't dead yet, so I can't participate in the Holy Grail War through normal means. This is the only way I can use. I'm squeezing out the information copied from the Realm Recording Tape after centrifugation from the Garden of Eden, and then instilling it into the Framework."

Xing Qingfeng silently wrote down Newton's words in his notebook. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he looked up and asked:

"Then your being alive means... well..."

"I should be leaving almost tomorrow." Newton guessed what Xing Qingfeng wanted to say and said without any regrets, "I should have died a long time ago. Rather than saying I'm still alive—"

"—or rather, I really don't want to call that thing 'Isaac Newton'." Newton's tone was tinged with disdain. "What's here is just the ghost of a man who died in 1727."

"Teacher, tell me the truth, do you really have no wishes?" Xing Qingyu suddenly asked.

"The Holy Grail is not worthy of granting my wish."

"I know, but what I want to ask you is, do you really have no wishes?"

"Why are you asking that?" Newton waved his hand. "Why, are you planning to grant my wish for the Holy Grail? You're far from qualified right now."

"Then please at least tell me," Xing Qingwu said confidently, "You are about to leave, or rather die, so shouldn't you leave behind a last wish for your master?"

"You brat!" Newton slapped Xing Qingyu on the head and sighed, "I don't really want to leave my affairs after death to young people. Young people should have their own way of living. Besides, I'm not dead yet. It's too incompetent to just pass on some ideas to young people and comfort myself that they will be completed one day."

"You speak first, and I'll decide whether to accept it after you finish." Xing Qingyu continued confidently, as if this could dispel the already tense atmosphere. "I'm asking you because you are my teacher, and I have to respect you."

"But you're leaving tomorrow, and you don't know if I'll find it too difficult and just throw all these ideals and last wishes away." Xing Qingfeng understood Newton's desire to avoid excessive restrictions and to have a future he could decide for himself. "If I ever get the chance, I can just handle it. It's not impossible, right?"

"Just because you tell me your last wish doesn't mean I will fulfill it!"

"Ah..." Newton pondered for a moment, took out a quarter of an apple from somewhere and handed it to Xing Qingfan, "Okay, my last wish is nothing more than-"

"—Go to that man-made Garden of Eden and kill the soul that is bound by itself, the soul that no longer has any possibility, no future."

"what?"

"There's no need to ask about the rest. Since you have the opportunity, just deal with it. Wait until the opportunity comes and then think about it." Newton waved his hand and walked forward without looking back. "Don't worry about it. Just treat it as a souvenir."

"Huh? Why is it just an apple? And a quarter of it?" Xing Qingyu muttered as he followed Newton's steps. "Teacher, can you explain it more clearly?"

"That's not necessary. If you're really lucky, we'll meet again sooner or later," Newton said. "Although I don't want to see that happen, I'll explain everything to you when the time comes."

"If I'm unlucky, will I never see you again?"

"…锍林（二）尔③斯岜⒏失…"

Newton was a little speechless. Xing Qingjiu's argumentative skills were unique.

"That's right, that..." Xing Qingfeng was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Newton didn't turn around, otherwise he would have been disgusted by seeing a grown man embarrassed. "Teacher, aren't you still alive? That's right, will I have the chance to see you again in the future?"

“…” Newton was silent.

"You are from 2024, right?" Newton stopped and looked back at Xing Qingfeng, "Then I promise you—"

"——No matter what, I will come to see you in 2024."

Newton's eyes were filled with sadness. He quickly glanced at Xing Qingyu and turned his head away. But Xing Qingyu always remembered that look.

He didn't understand why Newton suddenly became so sad, and what he couldn't understand even more was -

He felt as if he saw a look of apology in that gaze. Why would Newton, who had never expressed any regret even when he said it, show any apology at this moment?

Xing Qingyu always thought that this was simply his own illusion, because his nostalgia and the sadness and reluctance hidden in his heart at that time had cast a filter over his memory.

But every time he thought of his teacher, he could never forget that feeling——

——When Newton made a promise to meet again in 2024, what Xing Qing felt from his teacher was apology and guilt.

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OK, this volume basically ends here. Tomorrow I will briefly explain the whereabouts of other people. After all, the time span of the next volume is several years.

Then it's time to start the next volume. Before the next volume officially begins, there will be an interlude or a prelude to explain the changes a few years later and some original characters. After all, they can't all be crammed into the Kyoto volume at once. It would be quite stressful for readers to cram too many original characters in at once, so it still has to be done slowly and step by step.

However, I suddenly had the idea of writing about summoning Berserker Kurt Cobain in the Kyoto volume. I am considering whether to really write it like this. After all, the design of the Kyoto volume is full of contradictions between new and old concepts. I still want to talk about the serious rock spirit (

As for combat power? Don't worry, there should be a servant whose combat power on paper is weaker than his (big shush)

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Then everyone must pay attention, do not sit for a long time, and do not cross your legs while sitting for a long time!

I had a back muscle strain today. When I went to the community hospital for physical therapy, I realized there weren't many elderly people around me—only young people like me. I had the impression that back muscle strain was something only experienced by the elderly, so everyone should be more careful.

I wrote this a bit hastily, mainly because I had a backache and couldn't sit in front of the computer for a long time. I wonder if there is any problem with the emotional setup at the end?

The above is all. Please vote, and I will listen to your feedback and opinions. Thank you!

Volume 66: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Precipitated Science Student

Years later, facing an X-ray diffractometer, analyzing the crystal structure of a sample, Shinji Matou, a Ph.D. in physics and materials science, would recall that distant afternoon when his uncle took him to see a mathematics tutor. The air in Fuyuki at that time was filled with the chill of early winter, the streets were deserted, and only a few dead leaves swirled in the wind.

At that time, I still had thick hair and a carefree childhood that was about to disappear.

Shinji Matou still remembers that afternoon when he opened the book box left by Teacher Xing with great anticipation. He was so naive that he didn't know that he had opened Pandora's box.

It was a plastic storage box that looked ordinary and even a bit cheap. When the box was opened, a faint scent of books wafted in the air. Inside, there were thick books neatly arranged.

As expected of Uncle Xing, even the appearance of the magic book is unique. Little Shinji thought as he looked at the large hardcover tome in the bookcase.

Xing Qingfu is a promising college student, but he is called uncle by Shinji Matou. What's going on?

Little Shinji couldn't understand a single word, yet he still flipped through every book with gusto. Though his English reading skills were quite good, having studied abroad since childhood, he still struggled to understand the magic book and notes left behind by his affable Uncle Xing. The pages were densely covered with complex symbols and formulas, and to Shinji's eyes, they resembled some ancient and mysterious code, seemingly filled with endless secrets.

Shinji stayed in his room for half a month straight, and at the time, he didn't think anything was wrong. After all, magic books were supposed to be incomprehensible to ordinary people. But if he couldn't understand anything at all, wouldn't that mean he wouldn't be able to get started? That wouldn't do. He had to learn magic with Uncle Xing.

Was it intentional? But how could Uncle Xing lie to me? He must have some other deep meaning behind leaving these incomprehensible books. Xiao Shenji thought about it, and then quickly remembered that his family also had a family with a magical heritage. Although he didn't want to learn those magic at all, if it was the basic content, maybe there would be some commonalities. Xiao Shenji thought about this, picked up a book and ran to find Matou Tsuruno——

——"Dad, I want to learn magic. Can you teach me what's on this?"

Upon hearing Shinji's request to learn magic, Matou Tsuruno was about to explode. But when he opened the book, he was completely baffled by the contents, which were nothing like the magic books he'd known. It was a textbook on holomorphic curves and symplectic topology. The complex mathematical symbols and images baffled Matou Tsuruno, as the content was clearly beyond his knowledge.

After discussing it with Matou Kariya, Matou Tsuruno finally understood that these books were just advanced math textbooks, not traditional magic books. Yet, little Shinji kept crying and making a fuss, wanting to learn the content. Matou Tsuruno sighed helplessly and decided to hire a tutor for Shinji, a math tutor.

Looking back now, perhaps that brief period of less than two months was one of the few bright moments in his life. Even earlier, when Zouken Matou was still alive, his childhood had been quite dark and depressing. The shadow of that old man loomed over the entire Matou family, and the oppressive atmosphere was suffocating for Shinji.

And later in life, ah...

Matou Shinji concluded his reminiscence. He still had to find a way to produce results before this month, otherwise he would have trouble applying for funding next year. The light from the lab shone on his face, making him look tired and haggard.

They're all so-called gamblers. Why can my sister just sit there and watch the collider draw cards without worrying about funding? Matou Shinji thought a little indignantly. She's just following Teacher Xing and getting some academic benefits! I'm also Teacher Xing's direct disciple!

So, one day everyone will study condensed matter! The 22nd century will definitely be the century of materials science!

While Shinji Matou was happily daydreaming about the future, he was busy cleaning the laboratory room.

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Snowflakes drifted softly across the sky, blanketing the entire city. The streets were deserted, and the air was thick with the chill of winter. Dead leaves swirled in the wind and snow, occasionally landing on the snow-covered road with a gentle rustling sound. Outside Fuyuki Airport, beneath a gray sky, a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground, and the chill was biting.

The physical adjustment plan that Newton designed for Illya was a long one, so Emiya Kiritsugu and his family stayed in the Einzbern Castle for some time before returning to Fuyuki. It was already January 1995 when they returned.

The old patriarch respected Newton very much and allowed the Emiya couple to take Illya back to Fuyuki to settle down. Although in Irisviel's eyes, the old patriarch was clearly afraid of Newton.

However, this didn't mean they would completely withdraw from the Einzbern family and live in seclusion. Ahad's condition was that Irisviel and Emiya Kiritsugu serve as Einzbern's foreign relations portals, responsible for selecting locations for future Holy Grail Wars and communicating with local mage families.

It seems that the young couple will be traveling around the world from now on.

Irisviel was squatting at the entrance to Fuyuki Airport, holding a red-haired boy tightly in her arms. The child's face was pale, his breathing was weak, and he was clearly dying. He had been abandoned at the airport entrance, wrapped in a thin blanket, with almost no warmth.

Emiya Kiritsugu's family, having just returned from their flight to Fuyuki, happened upon the poor child. As Irisviel picked him up, she sensed his faint warmth and, almost instinctively, decided to do everything she could to save him. She gently stroked the child's forehead, feeling his temperature gradually drop. Carefully, she lifted him up and quickly ran to a parked car. It was the car he had parked in the parking lot when he left Fuyuki. Emiya Kiritsugu had driven it to the curb, turning the heater up to full blast.

The car started, speeding through the streets of Fuyuki City. The scene outside the window quickly receded, the streetlights flickering in the snow. The wheels crunched through the snow, making a crunching sound.

"Kiritsugu, this child might not be able to hold on any longer," Irisviel said worriedly. "He's too weak. Healing magic can only barely keep him alive."

Emiya Kiritsugu drove silently, the snow outside the window, illuminated by the headlights, a silent white storm. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white from the strain. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his mind constantly weighing various possibilities and options. In the snowstorm, the streets seemed eerily silent, only the sound of the wheels crunching through the snow echoing inside the car.

He felt a surge of irritation. His usual calm, analytical self had resurfaced at this moment, once again weighing the life of the child in his arms. Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath, shook his head slightly in annoyance, and then decisively turned the steering wheel. The car arced across the snow-covered road, changing direction and continuing on its way.

"Fuyuki's medical level may not be able to save this child at all." Emiya Kiritsugu said nervously, his brows furrowed. "Let's go home first. There should be a way."

"There will always be a way."

The home Emiya Kiritsugu was referring to wasn't the Einzbern's former base near Fuyuki, but rather a mansion they had purchased in downtown Fuyuki. Originally intended as a secret base during the Holy Grail War, it became their new residence after the war. With Kiritsugu's decision to settle in Fuyuki, the house also bore the name Emiya residence.

Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel hope that Illya can spend a happy childhood in this small house and do whatever she wants.

After a long, rapid drive, the car finally stopped in front of the Emiya residence. The snow-covered courtyard seemed remarkably tranquil, with snowflakes still dancing in the air, adding a touch of solemnity to this tense moment. Kiritsugu quickly got out of the car and opened the door. Irisviel rushed into the courtyard, carrying the child, her footsteps leaving deep footprints in the snow.

"Hurry, head straight to the warehouse," Emiya Kiritsugu said hastily, running ahead. He didn't have time to use his key to unlock the warehouse door, so he simply broke the lock and pushed it open with his body. The door creaked under his force and finally swung open, revealing a dimly lit space.

After entering the warehouse, Emiya Kiritsugu quickly pushed aside the piles of debris, clearing a clearing. The air was thick with the smell of dust, and the chill made the warehouse feel even colder. He took a deep breath and quickly drew a complex magic circle on the ground. The lines of the formation appeared with precise speed, emitting a faint blue light.

Then, Kiritsugu walked to a long black cabinet deep within the warehouse, opened the door, and carefully removed an object. He placed it at the center of the magic circle. It was a scabbard, a scabbard from fifteen hundred years ago. The scabbard was made of gold, adorned with brilliant blue enamel. Its ornate appearance made it more like a crown or scepter, a symbol of a noble's power, than a weapon. The inscription carved into its center was a long-lost fairy script, proving that this scabbard was not a human artifact.

It’s Avalon!

"Eri, hurry up, put the child down." Emiya Kiritsugu urged, his tone full of urgency.

"Is that... Avalon?" Irisviel looked at the scabbard in surprise, then gently placed the red-haired boy in her arms in the magic circle, right next to Avalon. "So, Kiritsugu, you put it here."

"This is the only way now," Emiya Kiritsugu said, "Bury Avalon into this child's body, and the rest is up to him."

——————————————_Stay Cold Japanese Er{衤三⒋Barbarsi————

Xing Qingqiu clutched a book in his arms, rapidly completing the exercises in the packed classroom. His hand danced across the paper, the traces of his pen forming complex mathematical formulas and solutions. He seemed to completely block out the noisy classroom sounds, his attention completely focused on the problems in the book.

That book, a product of alchemy that Newton had forced upon him before his departure, possessed the most basic intelligence. Besides recording all of Newton's alchemical notes, it also provided Xing Qingfeng with enough calculus problems to solve daily. Every night, the book would automatically generate a new batch of exercises for him to solve the next day.

"Since we agreed to meet again in 2024, I will come to check your homework in person then," Newton said before leaving.

Although Xing Qingfeng initially grumbled about the task, he soon grew accustomed to the daily math exercises. Every night, he would spend hours grappling with the difficult problems. To the point that even after completing his daily exercises, he would still open his notebook and solve problems to pass the time when he was bored.