Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Walking to his car, Weber opened the door and pulled a detailed map of London from the back seat. He spread it out on the hood of the car and studied it carefully. The afternoon sun slanted down, illuminating the map and his slightly tired face. He pulled a pen from his pocket and began carefully marking something on the map.

"Mark all the crime scenes, and then you can look at them." Weber suddenly asked Sharma, his eyes flashing with inspiration, "Do you have a map of London's sewers?"

"What do you mean?" Sharma frowned, obviously confused by Weber's sudden question.

"I have a guess," Weber explained. "The cemetery itself symbolizes the resting place of the dead. If we ignore its spiritual nature and consider it purely from a symbolic perspective, the cemetery itself can still become a node for constructing a workshop."

"You mean..." Sharma's brows gradually relaxed, as if he understood what Weber meant.

"Sewers are often hidden and dark places in cities, flowing with filthy water," Weber continued, "which means that, to some extent, we can connect them to the River Styx."

He kept writing, quickly marking the map, connecting the various crime locations to form an intricate line. The sunlight filtered through the treetops onto the map, and the red marks were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

"With the cemetery as the node and the sewer as the vein..." Waver stared at the map and said after a moment of contemplation, "If we assume that the streets and sewers overlap..."

"We may need to go down and check these points." Weber used the pen in his hand to connect the various marks along the direction of the sewers and streets, and finally marked several key locations on the map.

"Wait a minute, Rajiv, go get the sewer map," Sharma gestured to Rajiv. "We need more clues to confirm your theory."

Rajiv nodded in understanding and quickly walked away to deal with the matter. Sharma and Weber continued to study the map. The sun began to set, casting long shadows on the map. Ten minutes later, Rajiv returned with an old sewer plan in his hands.

“This is a really old picture,” Rajiv said, shaking the paper gently in his hand.

Weber spread the two maps on the hood of the car, carefully aligned them, and began to carefully compare the overlap of the marked points with the sewers.

"Look," Weber said, pointing to a certain point with the tip of his pen, "almost all of these points are on the path of the sewer. This is definitely not a coincidence."

"So you're saying... these cemeteries and sewers together form a large magic workshop?"

"Yeah, I guess there's something to be found in the sewers."

"I understand," Sharma took a deep breath, "Let's go now."

They drove to the first marked location. The streets along the way gradually became older and older, and the air was filled with a damp, musty smell. After parking, they found a hidden sewer entrance. Lifting the rusty iron cover, a pungent odor hit them. The sewer was dark and damp, and the sound of flowing water echoed in their ears.

"Honestly, I really don't want to go down." Weber covered his nose and said with disgust.

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In fact, I didn't originally plan to involve the Star Realm too much, because there are too few related settings in Type-Moon, and it is basically just copied from the popular mystical concepts.

However, since a book friend mentioned it in the book review section, let’s lay the groundwork for now. Anyway, it will not conflict with the original setting structure of the book.

By the way, should I change the schedule for next day, updating 2k in the morning and 2k in the afternoon, and try to ensure that the plot of each chapter is complete, will it be better for the viewing experience?

The second half of the plot tried to use flashbacks to create suspense and reveal the story while everyone can understand the coherence of the plot. This way the reading experience should be much more comfortable (

The above is all. Please vote and give feedback. Thank you!

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Fanfiction of Xingtie x Monarch, with harem tag.

Interlude: Who Digged Up the British Royal Family's Graves? : 4. The Thief Cries "Catch the Thief"

"Rajiv, let's go." Sharma untied his tie and threw his suit jacket and tie into the car. The ground next to the car was muddy due to last night's rain, and the sewer entrance not far away was emitting a foul stench.

"Under normal circumstances...are London's sewers so smelly?" Weber asked in disgust, covering his nose.

Rajiv pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and glanced at the dark sewer expressionlessly. His nostrils trembled slightly twice, but he still did not move, obviously not intending to go down.

"Rajiv, what are you waiting for?" Sharma urged, "Hurry up, the sooner we finish our work, the sooner we can have a hot dinner."

Rajiv quietly watched the watch on his wrist. The pointer moved slowly. When the second hand was about to cross 12 and move the minute hand, he raised his head slightly and said calmly, "Sir, I should go home."

"Huh?" Sharma was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"We set off at six this morning. According to working hours regulations, we should have at least a twenty-minute break after every six consecutive hours of work. Unfortunately, I didn't get the lunch break I deserved." Rajiv said calmly, his tone smooth. "And every workday should have at least eleven hours of uninterrupted rest."

"You're kidding, aren't you?" Sharma said, a look of bewilderment on his face. "The last time you had to go underwater, you said you had a sudden gastroenteritis emergency and asked for sick leave."

Rajiv calmly shook his head. "And it's 6:20 p.m. now. I have the right to leave work." He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "Mr. Sharma, doesn't our law firm abide by the law?"

"Working hours regulations...tsk, have they taken effect yet?" Sharma frowned slightly, looking a little helpless.

“Yes, it came into effect on October 1st of this year, just a few days ago,” Rajiv added. “The UK has already transposed the EU Working Time Directive into law.”

“…Alas,” Sharma sighed and waved his hand, “Okay Rajiv, you’re off duty.”

Rajiv nodded and turned to leave. Sharma watched him leave and shook his head helplessly. Weber stood aside, looking a little embarrassed.

——He also wanted to leave. He had been busy all day and really didn’t want to go into the sewer.

"Mr. Sharma, I think, um..."

"Mr. Weber, let's go." Sharma seemed oblivious to Weber's reluctance. He put his arm around his shoulders and said, "It's a bit dangerous to go down alone. Weber, you're such a kind person, you wouldn't want me to take risks alone, right?"

"Ah... Actually, I don't have much fighting ability..." Waver muttered quietly, but Sharma had already entered the sewer entrance first. Waver hesitated for a long time outside, but finally gritted his teeth and crawled in. The air was filled with the smell of decay and the sound of dirty water. Their footsteps echoed in the narrow passage.

As soon as he entered, Weber regretted his decision. He should have, like Sharma's assistant, found an excuse to turn around and run. The sewers were cold and damp, their walls covered in moss and black stains. The air was filled with a nauseating stench of decay. The flashlight shone on the water, casting mottled shadows like ghosts dancing in the darkness. The sound of the rushing water and their footsteps echoed through the narrow passage, forming an eerie symphony.

Waver regretted it, but he would soon regret it even more—

"This damn place is so disgusting. It's full of sewers. The sewers in Italy are much cleaner." Sharma frowned and swept the flashlight beam across the wall, illuminating the moss-covered bricks.

—and a pair of eyes moving toward them along the current.

"Oh my god, there are living creatures in this damn place!" Sharma stared at the eyeballs with interest. "It looks like a little crocodile."

"Well, Mr. Sharma, something's not right," Weber warned. "If you consider the concept of the underworld here, the crocodile..."

The owner of the eyeball gradually emerged from the water. It had the head of a crocodile, the upper body of a lion, and the lower body of a hippopotamus. It climbed onto the brick pavement beside the canal and stared at the two of them.

"Wow."

"Wow."

"Mr. Sharma, as a magician from the Law and Politics Department, you should be able to handle this situation," Waver asked, a hint of hope in his tone.

"Well... generally speaking, I'm more suited to dealing with magic battles against magicians," Sharma replied while secretly sketching out a complex magic formula. "It looks like a... magician, right?"

"Hahaha, you're so humorous."

Not far ahead, the monster sat lazily. Its head, like a crocodile, was covered in green scales. Its wet mouth opened and closed, glistening with sticky saliva. With its sharp crocodile mouth, it licked its lion-like claws, its nails gleaming coldly and appearing exceptionally sharp. Its eerie eyes gleamed with a chilling coldness in the dim light. Each blink seemed to precisely calculate the perfect moment to prey, revealing a cunning and dangerous aura.

Sharma and Weber exchanged glances, each catching a glimpse of nervousness and unease. Sharma cautiously stepped back, shielding Weber behind him. His voice was low and rapid, "I think we should try to escape first. Any ideas?" His gaze was fixed on the monster, afraid to miss a single move.

Waver's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. His voice trembled slightly, but he tried to remain calm. "Yes, I'm not sure if the concept of the underworld has arrived yet. In other words, are we now in a 'temple' constructed by a magician—"

"--If the concept of 'the underworld' is strong enough, it might be difficult for us to get out of the sewer. After all, according to mythology, any mortal who enters the underworld cannot escape without going through some adventure, so I suggest not running around, so as not to step into any temples that may exist..."

At that moment, the monster's gaze suddenly sharpened, as if sensing their attempt to escape. Sharma took a deep breath and quickly completed the spell in his hand: "Signified-Sliding: Fluxus-Lapsus-Viscosus!" As he spoke, the flowing sewage rapidly thickened under the magic, transforming into a continuous stream of sludge that quickly blocked the gap between the two and the monster, barely forming a barrier.

In Lacan's semiotic theory, signs are divided into signifiers and signifieds. The signifier is the form of a word, such as the pronunciation or writing of the word "apple," while the signified is the meaning or concept of a word, such as "an edible round fruit." The relationship between the signifier and the signified is not fixed but fluid.

Sharma took advantage of this, using magic to shift the meaning of "sewage" from "flowing filthy liquid" to "viscous filthy liquid," and then further to "mud." In this way, he successfully transformed the flowing sewage into silt, which accumulated continuously, forming a thick barrier that temporarily blocked the monster's attack.

"Run now!" Sharma grabbed the hand and turned around to run. Behind him came the monster's angry roar and deafening footsteps.

"So I shouldn't have come down, ahhhhhhhhhhhh—" Weber kept wailing in his heart.

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"Damn, a tomb robber, huh?"

Late at night, Xing Qingfeng crouched stealthily in the shadows of Highgate Cemetery, nervously watching a man digging in the center of the cemetery not far away. The cemetery was completely silent, with only the rustling of the wind through the treetops and the low thud of the man digging, which seemed particularly jarring.

Xing Qingqiu had already swept the cemetery. In the darkness, the tombstones cast long shadows in the moonlight, creating a depressing atmosphere. He set up his instruments and prepared to begin the summoning ritual. However, the warning barrier he had set up suddenly glowed faintly, alerting him to the intrusion of an uninvited visitor. Feeling guilty, Xing Qingqiu immediately sought a shady spot to hide, his palms sweating slightly and his heartbeat accelerating.

He held his breath, peering through a bush. The man who came was a tall, nimble man, wearing a leather jacket and no hat. His short, slightly unkempt black hair was a mess. He held a hoe and diligently dug into the graveyard, each stroke raising a small flake of earth. The dirt splattered in the moonlight, and the man's breathing was heavy and rapid, a sign of intense concentration.

"You're the one digging graves in the newspapers lately, aren't you? You're making my experiments increasingly difficult. Do you know I'm not good at hypnotic magic?" Xing Qingfeng secretly picked up the shovel he had set aside, held his breath, and groped his way through the imaginary space. After estimating the approximate coordinates and floating up, he swung the shovel and hit him hard on the head. Just as the shovel was about to hit him, the man seemed to notice something and turned his head away.

"I'll let you rob a tomb!"

——He immediately fell into a high-quality sleep.

Using imaginary space to sneak around and prepare for this situation is beyond the capabilities of ordinary magicians.

"Even the dead's money is his own business, but he's digging up ordinary citizens' cemeteries. Does he have any sense of public morality or ambition? If you're so into tomb robbing, why don't you go look for pharaohs in the pyramids?" Xing Qingyu turned the man over and noticed several obvious scars on his eyes. "It's obvious he's not a good guy. He looks like a gangster."

He wanted to send this man to the police station immediately, but then he thought that if he sent him to the police station immediately, then all his arrangements tonight would be in vain.

"I'll deal with you later." Xing Qingyu took out some mercury from the one he brought with him, transformed it into metal wire, tied up the man and threw him aside.

In a sense, this could be considered a case of the thief crying "stop thief". Anyway, Xing Qingyu has put aside the guilty feeling and continued to prepare for his experiment.

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Lion Jiejieli discovered that the cemetery in London had been tampered with.

He had originally returned to the Clock Tower solely to conduct business with an old client. After all, while his family had fallen on hard times, their craftsmanship in crafting ceremonial garments remained. Their ceremonial garments were of high quality, and more importantly, free of the negative elements of regret and resentment often lingering after garments crafted from corpses, making them incredibly convenient to use.

However, when the transaction was completed and he was about to leave London, he discovered that there was something unusual in the London cemetery. The resentment of the dead was slowly "dripping" into the ground. This process was quite slow, but as a necromancer, he was still quite sensitive to it.

After a brief investigation, he quickly realized that London's drainage system was attached to a concept similar to the "Underworld." Although Lion Jie Jie Li had no intention of interfering in other magicians' affairs, it was still quite dangerous to have an entire city's drainage system attached to a concept related to the dead.

He had no intention of dealing with people from the Law and Politics Department. In fact, as a mercenary, he always kept his distance from them. After all, he was quite famous in the Law and Politics Department.

Therefore, he had no choice but to do the dirty work alone, digging up the entire London cemetery, with the goal of destroying the ceremonial attire that was the core of the ceremony. As for why this guy dug up the cemetery instead of filling it back in -

- Are you kidding? He had to run across half of London by himself in one night. Add in the time spent searching for ceremonial attire and digging holes everywhere. He simply wouldn't have enough time to fill in all the holes he dug.

Today, the Lion's target was Highgate Cemetery. He took advantage of the night to arrive there with his tools. When he stepped into the cemetery, he vaguely felt that he had triggered some kind of barrier.

——"It seems that the actions a few days ago have alarmed the magician." He thought, but he did not mind it. Instead, he set up a guard and continued searching the cemetery. He was very confident in his practical experience.

The wind rustled through the treetops, adding an eerie atmosphere to the silent night. Shizi Jie Li lowered his head as he crossed the rows of tombstones, his steps light and quick, the hoe in his hand making a faint metallic clang.

After searching for a while, he finally stopped in front of a tombstone in the center of the cemetery. The inscription on the tombstone was already blurred, but the soil around it showed signs of being disturbed.

He decisively wielded his hoe and began digging the dirt in front of the tombstone. The dirt splashed in the moonlight, making a low sound. Soon, a deep pit appeared before him. He continued digging carefully until his hoe struck a hard object.

He was about to reach out to touch the object when he found a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

——That was Xing Qingfeng behind him, swinging a shovel with his back to the moonlight.

Until he fainted, the experienced Lion Jie Jie Li still couldn't figure out how this guy had managed to sneak up on him so quietly.

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I tried to design a magic system. I wonder if you find it interesting? (

It seems that the first case of the second generation in the case file is to go into the sewer, and the first case in this book is also to go into the sewer. In a sense, is this a correspondence? (laughs

The above is for reference. Please vote and give feedback. Thank you!

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By the way, I recommend this book: "Surviving to the End is a Victory"

Aoshi Ankewen, those who are interested can take a look.

Interlude: Who Digged Up the British Royal Family's Graves? : 5. The Cemetery at : PM Became the Starting Point of a Hilarious Beatdown

Lion Jie Jie Li woke up in a burst of pain.

In the darkness, Lion Jiejie slowly opened his eyes. Everything around him was still blurry. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Fortunately, Xing Qingfeng used the back of a shovel, otherwise he would have become a good magic material.

——The material of necromancy.

He groaned and tried to raise his head, but the excruciating pain forced him back to the ground. The air was filled with the smell of damp earth, with a hint of decay. He looked around and found himself lying next to a pile of soft earth, surrounded by towering tombstones that cast black shadows. It was clear that he was still in Highgate Cemetery.

Lion Jiejie Li struggled to sit up, only to find his hands and feet tightly bound with extremely fine wire. These wires dug into his skin, causing a stinging pain with every movement. It was obvious this was intentional, designed to prevent him from moving even if he woke. Lion Jiejie Li gritted his teeth, swallowing the pain and trying to remain calm.

"This is... Damn, how on earth did this guy manage to break through so many barriers without making any noise?" He cursed under his breath and looked around, trying to find any trace of the attacker.

Suddenly, dots of silver light appeared on the ground in front of Shizi Jie Li, outlining a structure as fine as a spider web. He realized that the entire cemetery had been shrouded in a barrier since some time ago. A very fine metallic liquid began to emit a faint silver light as the magic power flowed.

——It was a spirit summoning barrier. Although Shishi Jiejieli had no way of determining what kind of magic the barrier before him was based on, its function was indeed to construct a vessel for the soul and summon spirits through a medium.

"Is that so..." Lion Jie Jie Li naturally accepted the fact that he had failed miserably. Since he didn't even notice the opponent's barrier, it seemed that he was indeed inferior to the opponent in terms of pure magic skills.

In fact, the barrier of Xing Qingjiu was just drawn, so of course the Lion Jiejieli couldn't detect something that didn't exist.

Shizi Jiejie tried to move his arms, and was able to do so. Although Xing Qingfeng had tied up his hands, feet, and even his thumbs, it did not restrict the movement of his joints.

"I still lack experience." He struggled to move his tied hands, endured the pain, and used his index finger to dig into his trouser pocket, trying to dig out the few teeth inside.

These teeth were pre-engraved with spells, and he activated them, attempting to break the wires binding his wrists. However, the wires were far harder and tougher than he had anticipated, and even the reinforced enamel on the teeth couldn't match them. He had to shatter several of them before he could even manage to destroy a few of the wires.

"Setting up a barrier in the cemetery ahead of time, or perhaps a spirit summoning ritual..." Lion Jiejie pulled a double-barreled shotgun from the inside pocket of his leather jacket. The barrel and stock had been deliberately sawed off, allowing it to be carried anywhere. Its performance as a gun had little to do with the magic it performed.

"Although there is a possibility of mistake, we still have to control the opponent first." Putting two fingers into the gun, Shizi Jie Li aimed at Xing Qingjiu who was concentrating on the experiment in the distance.

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