Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

After spending a winter at the Einzbern household, Xing Qingfeng welcomed the arrival of spring. The flowers and plants in the Einzbern courtyard sprouted new buds, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth and the scent of new life. He and Kenneth arrived at the clock tower as a transition. After all, the Cambridge school term wouldn't begin until September.

Although he was in the Clock Tower, Xing Qingfeng wasn't interested in the magic theories taught by others. He had attended basic classes in other classrooms with an interested attitude and the idea of applying it to other situations, but he always felt that the content they taught was not suitable for him.

——Xing Qingqiu felt like he was attending a university course on the humanities. At that time, he did not yet understand the importance of the humanities. Although he did not say anything on the surface, he always had some contempt in his heart.

Although it was class time, Xing Qingqiu ignored what the lecturer was saying.

Because the person standing on the podium was Kenneth, and he was teaching the basics of mineralogy.

If they were discussing application, Xing Qingyu would look up and listen, but if it was just basic theory, Xing Qingyu certainly didn't need to listen; he was just there to pass the time. His attention was still focused on the book in his hand, the tip of his pen sliding across the paper quickly.

During this time, Xing Qingyu's studies in the Clock Tower were primarily self-taught. He spent every day in the Clock Tower library. Although the Clock Tower's infrastructure was insignificant in Newton's eyes, when Kenneth suggested bringing Xing Qingyu to the Clock Tower so he could study in the library, Newton expressed his support.

Time slowly drifted towards September. In early autumn in Cambridge, the air was filled with the faint aroma of earth and the fresh scent of fallen leaves. Sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, casting dappled shadows on the ancient buildings. Xing Qingfeng, clutching his luggage, stood at the gates of Trinity College, Cambridge.

"Does this count as returning to college life?" Xing Qingqiu chuckled self-deprecatingly as he carried his luggage toward the college's dormitories. Looking up at the college's central square, the first thing he saw was the Newton Monument standing in the center. Xing Qingqiu walked over and stood quietly before the monument, gazing up at the Newton statue.

"Oh, teacher, I didn't expect that I could see you every day in the future." He sighed.

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I will write a summary at the end of the volume later, and then see if I have time. I plan to write down the calculation process that I promised before and put it in the front, and I also want to do a small popular science, probably related to imaginary numbers. I don’t know if I have time.

Anyway, this volume has come to an end, and it can be considered a smooth landing.

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Volume 1: Alchemy's Apprentice from the Fourth War: Ending Remarks

(If you can't see the subsequent content, please refresh this chapter)

I hope the story in this volume will satisfy you.

Looking back on this volume, I still made a lot of mistakes.

You can skip the first chapter and there is no problem in reading from the second chapter.

The light-hearted treatment of Altria's problem and the avoidance of her characterization.

The most serious problem is the moon landing plot. I will not avoid this point. I must admit that I handled this plot quite poorly.

While I've managed to wrap things up with relatively logical logic, the storyline feels a bit too slow. Simply landing on the moon and returning, mentioning the Moon Cell but not elaborating on it, is a real letdown. Even though I plan to make up for it later with a side story, it's definitely hurting the reader's experience. I apologize.

The author who once taught me writing once told me that the essence of a story is the promise and fulfillment of the reader's attention. Only when the reader can read it with pleasure and want to read it can it be called a good story. And in this regard, I am still lacking.

For example, after everything was settled, I slowed down the pace when wrapping up the plot, and there were no particularly eye-catching climaxes for several consecutive chapters. Although I am quite confident in the overall plot structure and can ensure that it will not be boring to read it in one breath, the reading experience may not be so good for readers who follow the story.

And the most shitty mistakes.

I accidentally got the time wrong.

James's mission took place in 1997, while the plot actually takes place in 1994. I'm afraid I overlooked this during the writing frenzy of the time. It's a minor error. While it doesn't affect the readability, it's still a little hard to accept. Having written about the relevant plot, I'm deeply sorry for overlooking such a basic detail.

However, I think that this volume of mine is quite well written overall. Let me stop here for the reflection on the problem. The most important thing is to write down these reflections to prevent them from happening in the future.

In this volume, I think I've done a pretty good job of capturing the personalities of Newton and the protagonist, as well as the original characters (except for Altria). Even for Altria, I tried to describe her as closely as possible to the character designs of Court of Avalon and FSN.

Ah, I really don’t like the character of Artoria in FZ.

I think the transformation and growth of the protagonist are also well reflected. Next, I will deal with the characters in this book according to the principle that those who do things in life will die and teach them.

I don’t think that anyone who doesn’t even respect the weight of life is qualified to study the soul or life.

Then there is the control of the plot rhythm. I think the plot of this volume has more merits than flaws. The arrangements of the beginning, development, climax and ending are all relatively reasonable. The only problem is that there are no side plots. However, this problem will not appear in the next volume. After all, it is an original Holy Grail War, and multi-line development is necessary.

In this volume, I have also interspersed a large number of foreshadowings, which will run through the entire book. I am quite satisfied with the arrangement of the foreshadowings.

Finally, the setting, which is something I'm particularly proud of, draws inspiration from books like "Entering the Immortal World" and "The Anomaly Theorem," and also draws on the humanities aspects of the Gundam series and "Cyber Heroes." My writing teacher is also a passionate fan of these works, so the setting for this book was largely a collaborative effort between the two of us. She also helped me create a general outline to ensure I could write smoothly to the end.

She also taught me some small techniques for writing in a single chapter, such as creating something fresh when the pace is slow, trying to attract readers' attention, using information and jokes to heat up the dull emotions of the slow plot, and structural flashbacks and interpolations. This should have been reflected in the early stages, such as using flashbacks to alleviate the discomfort of broken chapters, etc. It was because of her help that I was able to ensure a good reading experience at the end of the volume.

Now, let's talk about what's next. I'm not a fan of people who stick to the original storyline or write parodies. Therefore, my plan is to include original characters alongside the originals. So, I'll be writing a short storyline that describes the protagonist's life and the changes that have taken place several years later, gradually introducing some original characters to make it easier for everyone to understand.

After all, cramming a large number of characters at once will greatly affect your reading experience.

On this basis, the Kyoto volume will be introduced and the next main storyline will be unfolded. The research line will also advance to the field theory of the soul. I will further expand the world view and hint at why, although magic phenomena are so common, scientists in history seem to have only achieved scientific results in Type-Moon.

And, hinting at the nature of magic.

By the way, I can give you a piece of information. The boss of the main storyline is Tokugawa Ieyasu.

The character Tokugawa Ieyasu in my experience drawing has a mushroom head, but I want to change his image.

Image: "Tokugawa (Hokoma), Location: "Images/1721912124-100406584-111932992.jpg"

Image: "Tokugawa (Confident)," Location: "Images/1721912265-100406584-111932992.jpg"

The above is Caramel Distance. Thank you for your company in this volume. I will try to provide you with a better story.

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Finally, I would like to ask everyone who has been reading the book for a while or has read it from the beginning in one breath, will my long-windedness at the end of each chapter affect the reading experience?

Because I like chatting with readers very much, I am used to chatting with them about my thoughts and some trivial things when writing each chapter after the end of the chapter.

If you feel that it affects your reading experience, please give me a 1. I will delete the long-winded content in the "Author's Words" at the end of each volume in the future to ensure everyone's reading experience. Thank you!

Interlude: Who dug up the graves of the British royal family? : 1. Your ancestral grave was blown up

On a gloomy evening in London, England, Tower Hamlets Cemetery was eerily quiet. The staff, previously employed in the area, had left early, influenced by a combination of exorcism and suggestion magic. Autumn leaves formed a thick carpet on the ground, with occasional gusts of cold wind carrying scattered leaves through the air. Clouds obscured the last rays of the setting sun, shrouding the cemetery in gloom.

In this quiet environment, a man who looked like a college student on a trip quietly walked into the cemetery. This cemetery was gradually abandoned in the mid-20th century. Many tombstones have been covered by plants, and the surrounding scene reveals a forgotten desolation.

The young man's skin was slightly tanned and rough to the touch, a mark left by his recent trip to Latin America. He appeared to be in his twenties, with a slender and well-proportioned build, about 1.8 meters tall. His black hair was slightly messy, seemingly untended, and if he took off his hat, it would appear slightly greasy. His eyes, hidden beneath thick eyebrows, were cast in the shadow cast by his cap, obscuring his vision.

He wore a black cap, the kind you could buy anywhere on the street, its brim pulled low, obscuring most of his face in shadow. He also wore an ordinary denim jacket, the cuffs a bit frayed but still immaculately clean. Beneath it was a simple gray T-shirt. A thin silver chain, with a small amulet dangling from its end, was faintly visible across his chest. It was an artifact he'd bought while traveling in Latin America and held no magical value.

He carried a backpack with a few scratches, evidently from frequent use. He wore a pair of slightly worn sneakers, the edges of which were a bit worn, but still clean and neatly tied. He was pushing a small cart filled with various cleaning tools, including a broom and rake, a lawn mower, and some detergent. He looked like an ordinary park worker preparing to clean a cemetery. The only problem was that since Tower Hamlets Cemetery was abandoned and became a nature reserve, and until recently, no one had attempted to "clean the graves."

He took a large broom from his cart and began to carefully sweep the cemetery. Starting with the old tombstones, he used the broom to clear away fallen leaves and dirt, and used the lawn mower to trim the overgrown grass. He worked his way from the edge of the cemetery to the center, leaving every inch of it spotless.

As the night deepened, the chill grew stronger. The young man paid no heed and continued to work, his gaze focused and determined. By the stroke of midnight, the cemetery had been left in a perfectly tidy condition.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce myself. My name is Xing Qingfu." Xing Qingfu lazily rested his arm on the tombstone beside him, with a hint of joy in his tone, "I've helped you clean this cemetery that hasn't been cleaned for a hundred or two hundred years. So, can you do me a small favor?"

"Ever since humans began exploring life, our ancestors have studied the dead. This was once considered blasphemous." The young man did not make his request, but instead slowly spoke about something else. "Studying the dead for the sake of the living, I don't think it's blasphemous. On the contrary, I consider it quite sacred."

"So, I hope you can help me complete my experiment. Of course, if you have any objections, please feel free to raise them. I will respect your opinions."

Xing Qingqiu put his hand to his ear in a hypocritical manner, listening to the movements around him.

"Very good, it seems no one has any objections."

Xing Qingqiu took off his backpack, unzipped it, and took out various instruments from it. He carefully checked each instrument and arranged them one by one in the cemetery.

Although Xing Qingjiu looks like a modern necromancer, when he takes out the instruments from his backpack, he looks like an avid psychic enthusiast who is holding various electromagnetic field devices and antennas to try to find traces of ghosts.

Spectrum analyzers, electromagnetic field detectors, magnetic field detectors, electric field detectors... Xing Qingfeng carefully placed these devices around the cemetery, meticulously calibrating the instruments to ensure the accuracy of their readings. Although he didn't expect to obtain significantly abnormal readings—this had been confirmed by his many previous experiments—he still hoped for some results.

Although changes in the electrostatic field can be detected in an environment with strong magical interference, and even a statistical formula can be given under extremely harsh conditions, a lot of work is still needed to support its promotion.

Xing Qingfeng's goal this time was to observe whether an environment with active spirits would produce similar changes as in a strong magical environment. However, considering the strength of the magic during the experiment, he didn't have high hopes for this experiment.

The accuracy of the instruments might be far from sufficient. Xing Qingfeng had also tried to modify the instruments at hand, but the lack of data made it difficult for him to figure out the direction of improvement. The library in the clock tower also did not have much useful information.

The current situation is: if you want to improve the instrument, you must obtain data samples; and if you want to obtain data samples, you must improve the instrument.

Unless he is lucky enough to observe a spiritual activity phenomenon with a large enough range and intensity, he can only modify the equipment bit by bit, hoping to detect data one day by chance.

But in a sense, the fact that he came into this world could be said to be due to his lack of luck.

He placed the spectrum analyzer next to the tombstone, and the magnetic and electric field detectors in the center of the cemetery. Xing Qingfeng looked at the arranged instruments and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he lifted a large clay pot from the cart, filled with mercury, a ritual consumable.

He poured silver mercury onto the ground. Driven by magic, the silver mercury moved rapidly across the cemetery as if it had life. Ultra-fine mercury filaments covered the entire cemetery, enveloping every tombstone within the range of the magic circle.

As the night deepened, the cemetery grew quieter. Xing Qingyu stood in the center of the magic circle, his hands spread out, and he whispered a spell:

——In fact, his spells were useless. He didn't even connect to the magic base. He was simply guiding the birth of the spirit through the magic structure. The spells were just for the atmosphere.

As the spell was chanted, the air in the cemetery became more solemn, and the shadows of the surrounding trees swayed in the breeze, making a low rustling sound.

The mercury at the center of the magic circle began to shimmer with a faint silver light, as if imbued with some mysterious energy. Following the rhythm of Xing Qingjiu's incantation, the mercury lines flowed faster and faster, like tiny silver snakes swirling and dancing across the ground. The silver light gradually grew brighter, illuminating the surrounding tombstones like cold statues bathed in moonlight.

The wind in the cemetery began to pick up a rhythm, no longer blowing randomly, but swirling around the center of the magic circle. At first, the swirling was just a weak air current, but gradually, the wind speed increased, forming a small whirlwind. Fallen leaves and dust were swept into it, flying in the air.

——Five or six minutes passed. Although the silver light in the magic circle was dazzling, the surroundings were still silent. Except for the howling of the whirlwind, it seemed that nothing had happened.

"Hmm...has a cemetery that's been neglected for so long lost its function as a medium for summoning spirits?" Xing Qingfeng muttered with dissatisfaction, his brow furrowed. He looked around. The overgrown cemetery looked particularly desolate in the moonlight, as if mocking his futile efforts.

Unwilling to give up, Xing Qingfeng decided to increase the output of his magic power. The silver mercury suddenly shone with an even more dazzling light, and its flow speed increased several times, like a silver torrent rushing across the ground.

"As long as the output of magic power is enough, I can always find a way to summon something." Xing Qingqiu's idea is very simple, exactly the same as those who think that as long as they spend more money, they will definitely get something.

As the magic circle overloaded, a handful of spirits were summoned. These spirits emanated a faint blue light and floated above the cemetery, like wisps of floating blue mist, their forms vague and eerie. They moved slowly through the air, emitting a faint humming sound, as if whispering to each other.

"Aha, I knew it." Xing Qingfeng smacked his lips and continued to increase his magic output. The number of spirits he summoned now was even less than the number Kenneth usually summoned with his medium, and it was completely unable to meet Xing Qingfeng's expectations.

He continued to increase his magical output, attempting to summon more spirits or elicit a more intense reaction. As more magic flowed from his body and poured into the magic circle, silver mercury suddenly burst into a dazzling light. The entire magic circle seemed to come alive, emitting a low humming sound. The number of spirits began to increase, and more faint blue light points appeared above the cemetery, like stars in the night sky.

"OK, give me more, yes, yes, very good..." Xing Qingyu maintained the output of magic power while running to the instrument to check whether there were any fluctuations in the data.

"It's not even reacting... Hey, it's moving. Okay, okay, let me see..." Xing Qingqiu increased his magical output again. As the magic power continued to increase, the pressure within the magic circle also increased dramatically. The ground began to shake violently, and the surrounding tombstones creaked as if impacted by some invisible force. Xing Qingqiu's attention was focused on the instrument in front of him, and he didn't notice these abnormalities.

Cracks began to appear in the center of the magic circle. As Xing Qingqi's smile grew brighter, the magic power output in his hands became stronger and stronger, and the pointer on the instrument began to show a more obvious reaction -

The crack in the center of the magic circle suddenly widened, and a powerful wave of energy surged out. As if finding an outlet, the energy quickly accumulated, emitting an increasingly high-pitched humming sound.

"BOOM!" With a resounding bang, a powerful wave of energy erupted from the center of the magic circle, and the entire cemetery seemed to be struck by lightning. Silver mercury splattered in the explosion, transforming into countless points of light that disappeared into the air.

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"Rajiv, carry him down, remember don't let him die." The tan-skinned Indian man ordered. He was wearing a well-tailored gray suit, and the bloodstains on the suit were particularly obvious.

"As you wish, Mr. Sharma."

"Want to commit suicide to avoid punishment? That won't work." Sharma straightened his blood-stained tie and looked down at the dying man lying on the stretcher. "Don't worry, you won't die."

"A criminal's suicide is the highest form of contempt for the law. I won't let you do that," Sharma said gently, even with a hint of compassion in his eyes. "Your sins haven't been settled yet. Your karma wasn't purified before you died. They will become worldly karma in your next life, and will bear retribution in the next."

"Don't worry, I won't allow this to happen." Sharma brushed the man's eyelids, suggesting a sleepy state for him. "Don't worry, once you are judged by the law, you will receive the consequences in this life."

Watching the man being carried away by his assistants, Sharma remained in the room, collecting his research notes. For Sharma, these research notes were not only the magician's property, but also evidence for the lawsuit he was about to file. The magician, whose research had just been carried away, had caused thousands of casualties in the area.

Sharma is different from other legal magicians in that he will stay in the area for a while after completing a mission, collecting evidence of crimes committed by magicians who violated the first principle: the mystery should be kept secret. He is particularly good at transforming this evidence into evidence acceptable to the secular legal system while ensuring that the mystery is not revealed.

"Then... this evidence should be enough to... well, charge us with poisoning."

Yes, his purpose for staying was simple: to use his status as a senior lawyer to file a lawsuit against the magician. This habit made his reputation within the Clock Tower particularly bad.

After all, having a magician judged by secular law is unacceptable to most magicians, especially those of the aristocracy.

"Mr. Sharma, there's another case to deal with. It just arrived." When Sharma finished sorting the materials and returned to the base, his assistant handed him a file bag. "Over in London, a magician dug up nearly 60% of the city's cemeteries in a few nights."

"Oh?" Sharma took the briefcase and pulled out the photos. Most of the cemeteries in the photos were in a state of disarray: soil had been turned upside down, tombstones were tilted, and some graves had even been completely dug open, revealing the coffins within. "The report says the bodies weren't stolen and are mostly intact... It looks like a necromancy magician did this."

In a stack of photos, he found a particularly abrupt one -

——The cemetery in the photo looked like it had been attacked by some kind of explosive. After a while, a huge pit appeared in the center area, and stones and soil thrown up by the explosion shockwave were scattered around it.

"Rajiv, what's going on with this one?" Sharma pulled out the photo and asked his assistant, "It doesn't look like a similar case."

　"It must be a mistake on the part of the Clock Tower. I don't think Tower Hamlets has much magical value. Isn't it just a park?" Rajiv took the photo. "But the events happened very close in time. Perhaps there's a connection?"

"No casualties?"

"No."

"Then wait until I finish the lawsuit," Sharma put the photo back into the file bag. "If the Legal Affairs Department presses you, just say I haven't caught the person yet."

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The new volume has been opened, briefly explaining the background and changes a few years later. I plan to write a short story in just a few chapters. The story line is also very simple, with only two lines.

As for the theme of this story... I think you can figure it out by looking at the title (I'm sure)

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