Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"It's the plan I just mentioned." Suzuki replied.

"Change, you can't go there," the young man replied decisively, "I don't have much confidence in you. Even though you're an idiot, I don't want to attend your funeral to comfort your family."

"Can……"

"You should stay at the university and do as much publicity as possible during this period," the young man said. "I've heard that Kyoto University places great emphasis on the development of critical social sciences. I'll be going there as an exchange student soon."

"Come on, why are you looking at me like that?" The young man patted Suzuki's shoulder. "If something happens to me, what good will your half-baked Western magic skills do? Just stay in school."

"Really? I'm leaving the propaganda work to you. I'm really worried that when I come back, I'll find a bunch of idiots in school who shout about progress but have the emperor in their hearts."

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I pondered for a long time whether to delve so deeply into the politics of the time. After all, I find Type-Moon's style quite fantastical, rarely addressing contemporary events, and I don't dwell on them. However, other works I've drawn inspiration from, like the Gundam series, emphasize humanity, the distinction between anti-war and anti-defeat, the "Mobius strip" of forgetting past pain and repeating mistakes, and so on. Since I've been so intentionally paying homage to the Gundam series, both on the cover and even in the writing of the first volume, I couldn't avoid its core. Doing so would be tantamount to deceiving the readers. And I promised myself I wouldn't avoid the humanities; on the contrary, I'm equally interested in humanistic science fiction.

Therefore, in the end I still chose to involve some politics related to the times, but I will not let it take over the main plot and turn it into a founding article. Otherwise, the book will lose its sense of romance as a Type-Moon fan fiction. I will use it as a secondary axis, and describe it as a branch line to enhance the sense of the times without affecting the overall main line, and to set off the main line from another angle.

Taking this into consideration, I slightly weakened the conflicts in this chapter and limited the number of characters that appeared to ensure that they would not overshadow the main plot.

Oh, by the way, I should mention that the characters’ thoughts in the book do not represent the author’s thoughts. In fact, the characters’ thoughts are what I call “distinct” based on the background of the times.

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Volume 3.27: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without Any Nagging: Club

Xing Qingjiu stood with his luggage in an old Kyoto mansion. The main house, a traditional Japanese structure with a green tiled roof and white mud and wood walls, exuded a distant air. The courtyard was filled with plum and maple trees, their leaves now a fiery crimson. Gently drifting in the breeze, they blanketed the ground, adding a touch of desolate beauty to the season just before the turn of late autumn into winter. A few koi fish swam leisurely around the edges of a moss-covered pond, creating subtle ripples on the surface.

He put down his suitcase and carefully examined the philosopher's stone in his hand, his fingers sliding gently across the smooth surface.

"Did you really send these green blocks out directly?" Xing Qingyu said to the Einzbern family's androids beside him.

The Einzbern family's android stood in a corner of the corridor, red leaves drifting in the wind behind him. His expression was calm and indifferent, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. Emiya Kiritsugu stood by the pond, holding a cigarette in his hand. Although he didn't light it, he kept turning it between his fingers, appearing a little hesitant.

"Kiritsugu, the Einzbern family is a bit shrewd, are you one of them?" Xing Qingfeng turned around and asked, "Aren't you afraid that those people will wander around with this thing and cause trouble? You'll have to clean up the mess then."

"Actually, this is a special case," Emiya Kiritsugu explained somewhat sheepishly. "Because this is the first time the Holy Grail War has been publicly held, we've made some concessions. This is considered tacit approval for the use of local leylines for Servant Summoning."

"But what if this thing is embezzled? Logically speaking, isn't this philosopher's stone much more valuable than that prize?" Xing Qingyu questioned, frowning.

The android from the Einzbern family interrupted at the opportune moment, his voice calm and mechanical. "Except for the one in your hand, the other six released are projections of the original body." He waved gently, pointing to a corner of the courtyard where a stone lantern emitted a faint glow. "Similar to the former Holy Grail."

"Oh?" Xing Qingyu walked over curiously, squatted in front of the stone lantern, and examined it carefully. "Boundary?"

"Yes, the Philosopher's Stone we publicly handed over to the Fujiwara family for joint safekeeping is also a fake. The real ones are all here, disguised as barrier nodes." The android continued, his tone still cold and ruthless. "The ones given to the contestants are projections, which are used to connect to the receiver of the real body."

Xing Qing nodded and picked up the Philosopher's Stone again. His fingertips traced the emerald green surface, searching for a hidden magical node. He began to trace a path on the Philosopher's Stone with his magic power, following a certain pattern. In essence, this thing was a kind of slide-to-unlock, except the key wasn't a fixed pattern, but rather a function graph related to a set of equations.

Remote desktop, slide to unlock, graphic password, to some extent, Niu Jueye can be said to be at the forefront of the trend of the times.

"That's interesting. Why didn't I realize it was possible back then?" Xing Qingfeng fumbled around for a while before successfully creating a projection of the Philosopher's Stone on his other hand. "But aren't you afraid that after they summon their Servants, they won't come to fight in the Holy Grail War and instead go and cause trouble—"

"—Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely do that."

"We've restricted summons to two riders," the android continued, his tone mechanical and precise. "Although summons appear random, we've actually implemented class-based restrictions. Archer and Caster cannot be summoned unless they're performed on the Kyoto leyline."

"Oh my god, a secret card pool change."

"The Archer class acting alone and the Caster class being familiar with the magic system both have a high probability of causing accidents, so these two are ruled out. The remaining five classes can be remotely shut down using the Philosopher's Stone."

"It's actually a bit risky, but if this goes well, things will be much simpler later on." Emiya Kiritsugu said, "Ultimately, what we want to show is the huge advantage that local families who provide spiritual lands will have. Servants summoned outside of spiritual lands lack local bonuses and local fame bonuses, which is, to some extent, a trap—"

"——The Servants summoned by foreign magicians are likely to be inferior to those summoned by local families. Coupled with the local family's advantage in this battle, victory is almost certain."

Xing Qingyu thought to himself, "Then why didn't you win the first three Holy Grail Wars?" He wisely didn't say this out loud.

"What if I win?" Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and then said something else, "Could it be... that they want me to fix the match?"

Emiya Kiritsugu hesitated, but still said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if a foreign magician wins. From a certain perspective, it can also encourage non-local magicians to participate in future Holy Grail Wars." He paused, his eyes a little vague, "As for match-fixing..."

"Hahaha, well, although we can't guarantee you how many prizes you can get here at Einzbern, the Philosopher's Stone has automatically accumulated a lot of magic crystals. If you need them, just come and pick them up..."

"Ah, it's a fake match."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"It doesn't matter whether the match is rigged or not. It's useless to me anyway." Xing Qingfeng stood up and said, patting the dust off his trouser legs, his eyes filled with seriousness. "I am very happy to ensure the smooth progress of this Holy Grail War, but..."

"... Reserve a Caster spot for me, and I'll be documenting the arrival and 'death' of Servants throughout the Holy Grail War. I hope you can cooperate with me as much as possible." Xing Qingqiu said, "I'm quite interested in the Servants phenomenon, and it's quite relevant to my current research topic."

"Your request has been recorded. We will ensure that Caster's place is reserved for you." The android nodded slightly and continued after a pause, "Regarding the records of Servant's advent and 'death', we will fully cooperate to ensure the accuracy and completeness of the data."

"I remember the Einzbern family's androids weren't this... mechanical?" Xing Qingqiu walked up to the male android and looked him up and down. "What have you guys come up with?"

"It's a test machine, but maybe something went wrong when infusing it with souls. It seems there's something wrong with its personality." Emiya Kiritsugu replied, "Grandpa Ahad gave up on actively adjusting it, so he asked me to bring him out to see if there's any effect."

"Oh, how's the learning algorithm?" Xing Qingfeng suddenly thought of something. "Come to think of it, I haven't really gotten into the Einzbern family's android technology yet."

"Uh……"

Just as Emiya Kiritsugu was choking on a technical question casually asked by Xing Qingjiu, the originally faint light of the stone lantern in the corner of the courtyard suddenly became more and more intense.

——Someone summoned a Servant.

"Oh?" Xing Qingfeng looked at the Philosopher's Stone, which was gradually activating around him. "It seems that someone can't hold back any longer?"

"No, the official summoning should be released at midnight tonight. Someone violated the rules..." Emiya Kiritsugu said, "No, they didn't take the time difference into consideration. It seems that the first Servant has appeared."

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The intersection of Mississippi Highway 61 and Highway 49 was shrouded in heavy rain. The dim street lights flickered in the heavy rain.

The rain hit the ground like countless silver arrows, splashing countless tiny water droplets, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness and earth.

There were no vehicles on the road, only endless rain and the occasional sound of wind. The young man stood at the intersection, carrying his guitar case on his back, letting the rain soak his clothes and hair. The guitar case was not waterproof, and after this heavy rain, if he was unlucky, the guitar inside would be useless. Rainwater would seep into the paint on the guitar body, causing the wood to swell and deform. Metal parts are also prone to rust due to moisture, especially the bridge and frets. Water entering the pickup will directly cause a short circuit or even damage the circuit, making the guitar unable to make any sound.

——However, the young man didn't care. He just waited quietly at the intersection.

He would never leave his precious guitar in the rain. After losing contact with his family, even in the most impoverished days, he would buy the cheapest new strings and change them every two weeks, simply because rusted strings would damage the frets.

It was almost time. He pulled a small green cube from his pocket and placed it solemnly in the center of the intersection. He poured his magic power into it, and the long-unused magic circuits felt a familiar pang, as if reminding him that he had returned to the past that he hated.

"Unfamiliar foundation," he thought, watching the magic circuits radiate from the green square. He knew full well that the circle before him truly had summoning capabilities, for he was familiar with similar magic, with the summoning of spirits. It was ironic that a white man could be so well-versed in summoning and controlling spirits in North America.

The young man took a deep breath, put down the guitar case, and took out the electric guitar inside. It was a well-maintained Fender Jaguar 1965. The guitar body was painted in a classic three-color gradient paint, and the bridge gleamed faintly under the rain.

He didn't rush to chant the summoning words, but after a brief preparation, he began to play the harp within the magic circle. His fingers lightly plucked the strings, producing a hoarse and dull bass note, starting with the open E string and gradually transitioning to the minor notes on the A and D strings.

The young man chose not to play a piece of music that had already been recorded in history, but instead planned to play an original piece. However, as soon as he placed his hands on the strings, he completely forgot about the piece his teammates had composed and just improvised on his own.

Time passed by bit by bit, and the sound produced by an electric guitar without a speaker was completely drowned out by the heavy rain. The young man himself could hardly hear what he was playing, but he was very sure that his emotions flowed out through the music in his hands.

The heavy rain and the long hours of playing wore away the young man's strength, and his mind gradually became hazy. The rain blurred his vision, but he persisted in playing every note, even though his fingers had begun to numb and the strings had become slippery and cold under the impact of the rain.

In a trance, he seemed to see a black man in a neat suit and a top hat appear before him. He was tall and slender, his skin as dark as the night. Behind him, he could vaguely see many figures, blurry and dark, like ghosts from another world.

"That's the devil." Even though the man before him looked like an ordinary black man, the young man's intuition kept telling him that this being was completely demonic. He subconsciously wanted to stop playing, but his soul couldn't control his body at this moment. He could only let his emotions flow along with the musical phrases that danced through his fingertips. Every note seemed to summon a certain power, and this power was gradually manifesting.

The devil reached for the guitar in his hand. As his hand grasped the guitar's neck, the strap snapped. The young man could only watch helplessly as the devil snatched his guitar away. As the guitar slipped from his hand, it suddenly transformed into an old acoustic guitar in the man's hand.

The green light emitted by the summoning circle on the ground grew stronger, almost completely illuminating the entire intersection, but even so, the young man could not clearly see the figures behind the demon. However, when the demon took his zither, it reached out its other hand to him.

——As the hand got closer and closer to him, the young man glanced at the figures behind him again, and it seemed that he could gradually see them clearly: standing in the front was a tall man wearing a jacket and bell-bottom pants, the most noticeable thing about him was his messy natural curly hair; and standing next to him was a slightly shorter and slender man, with long and slightly curly blond hair naturally draped over his shoulders, and a small bohemian style outfit embellishing his body.

The young man was certain he knew the people before him, but fear blocked his thoughts, preventing him from shifting his focus. The demon reached out to him, but did not touch him.

"Welcome aboard," the demon said, and the young man finally saw the demon's face clearly. The demon's face was gaunt, his eyes deep and sharp, and a smile played on his lips. The green cube on the ground also began to tremble violently, its green light growing stronger, adding an eerie touch to the scene.

"Johnson..." The young man's lips moved slightly, calling out the name of the person in front of him.

The devil's hand stayed in front of the young man, as if inviting him to shake hands with him.

The young man instantly understood his predicament. This wasn't a summoning from the Holy Grail ritual; the demon before him was drawn by the resonance of his own soul. As he understood his situation, his fear vanished. He swallowed subconsciously, and driven by some emotion, he trembled and reached out his hand, intending to shake the man's hand. But just as their hands were about to meet—

An arm, nearly bony, passed through the two of them and reached for the old acoustic guitar held by the black man. The hand was pale and withered, seemingly devoid of any blood. The old acoustic guitar transformed back into a Fender Jaguar in its grasp. The black man merely smiled, saying a few words before disappearing along with the shadow behind him.

"It seems that it is not the right time yet, but we will wait for you."

The projection of the Philosopher's Stone dissipated on its own after completing the summoning mission, and the young man's outstretched hand now had three scarlet tattoos like scars.

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Regarding the politics mentioned in the previous chapter, you don't have to worry about it overshadowing the main plot and affecting the main line. You should understand by now that I am an author who doesn't like to start by throwing out all kinds of world views and settings. Even in the setting chapter, I will use the plot to lay out the story. If a person's name does not appear in the dialogue, I will deliberately avoid it appearing directly in the narration.

I won't be cramming large chunks of political material into readers' mouths. I'm not a political exhibitionist, so rest assured. I view political content, like other elements of the era, as a component of character development, as the vinegar that shapes the sense of the times, not the dumplings. I have no intention of making dumplings just for the sake of vinegar. You can rest assured about this in the subsequent content. I won't be overly descriptive of these topics, but I will expend some detail on certain plot points, and when necessary, I'll convey this through dialogue. I'll also hint at some character endings through small details in the subsequent plot. As for the process... side story?

The main theme of this work is still the romance of science fiction, and some realistic issues of the times will only become secondary plots to highlight the main theme, or become the reason for the protagonist's change. That's about it. I may open a separate chapter to discuss it later (?), but I think I should have made it clear.

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Volume 27: The Quiet Kyoto Holy Grail War: Interlude: About the Club

Considering that it is indeed a niche topic, it would be too watery to put popular science into the main text, so I will open a separate chapter to talk about it.

The 27 Club refers to a group of famous musicians, actors, and artists who all died at the age of 27. It refers to a group of great rock, blues, and pop musicians, artists, and actors who all died at the age of 27. While people can die at any age, 27 is a statistically significant age for musicians.

The origins of the 27 Club come from Robert Leroy Johnson, a blues singer known as the most important blues singer of all time and ranked fifth on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time. The 5 Club's connection to the devil also stems from this man, who is said to have made a deal with the devil at a local Mississippi Highway intersection, trading his soul for his musical achievements.

In the previous chapter, two figures appeared. One of them was Jimi Hendrix, who changed the way electric guitar was played. He was the well-deserved guitar god, known as the greatest musician in the history of rock music, and ranked first among the top 100 guitarists.

The second is Brian Jones, one of the original members and leader of the Rolling Stones. He was a man who dominated the music scene at the time, mastered a wide range of instruments, and played countless instruments. He was also a key figure in the Stones' musical transformation. I think the Rolling Stones alone speaks volumes about his influence.

Then the events described in the scene in the previous chapter should be very clear. Yes, the young man summoned the devil at the same time as the Holy Grail summoned him. The devil was about to sign a contract with him, but was interrupted by the servant summoned by the Holy Grail. This servant was also a member of 27 Club - Kurt Cobain.

Volume 4: The Quiet Kyoto Holy Grail War: . Servant Summoning

The sky was gray, its thick clouds like a vast gray blanket, completely obscuring the early winter sunlight. A cold wind howled through the streets, its biting chill stirring and stirring up the few dead leaves on the ground. The trees lining the street had already lost their autumnal golden hue, leaving only bare branches shivering in the wind.

Ruoyu was nestled in a cozy little room, the one the Spiral Pavilion had prepared for her. It was fully equipped with all the necessary amenities. The radiator in the corner hummed, emitting waves of warmth that kept the chill out of the heavy curtains.

She was sitting in front of a computer. The silver-gray body seemed coated with a delicate luster under the soft light. The Windows 98 startup screen on the screen once again caught her eye. This was the umpteenth time she had convinced herself to turn off the computer, only to turn it back on again.

In Xing Qingqiu's eyes, the outdated Win 98 system and the slow hardware and broadband speed were already the latest and most fashionable configurations of that era. By the way, Xing Qingqiu used to be addicted to the Internet. He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't touch his mobile phone a few times a day. But now he has been cured. What happened?

However, for Ruoyu, who had never even used dial-up Internet access, the configuration in front of her was already considered a top-of-the-line machine.

——At least she doesn't have to pay for her phone bill, praise the Spiral Pavilion.

Naturally, it's normal for Ruoyu to open the computer and surf the Internet without resisting her curiosity, right? Then she has been sitting in front of the computer for almost thirty hours in a row, which is also normal for a magician, right?

It seems that she has the potential to become a spiritual magician.

However, just as she was immersed in it, the doorbell suddenly rang. The crisp ring broke the silence in the room and brought Ruoyu back to reality from her concentration. She was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly. Logically, no one should know she lived here. She hesitated for a moment, then quickly turned off the computer with a guilty conscience.

Ruoyu's heartbeat quickened, and a hint of cold sweat formed in her palms. Cautiously, she tiptoed, holding her breath, and peered through the peephole on the door. Through her limited field of vision, she spotted a courier in a blue uniform standing outside. His face was blurry, but his signature work clothes and the large package he was carrying stood out. A stack of mailing slips, somewhat disheveled, appeared to have arrived from abroad, as evidenced by the stamps and seals on the edges.

Ruoyu suspected that it was something sent by his teacher, but he did not receive any notification, which was obviously abnormal. Considering that he was about to participate in the so-called "Holy Grail War"——

——It’s very likely a trap set by other contestants!

She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting across the room before quietly retreating to a corner, her steps light and hurried. She practically trotted back to the bed, crouched down, reached under the bed, and quickly pulled out a heavy suitcase. She quickly opened it, revealing a variety of talismans and magical instruments neatly arranged inside. Ruoyu barely paused as she casually grabbed a stack of yellow talismans and carefully tucked them into her coat pocket.

Then, she stood at the door, tightly holding a quick Japanese learning booklet through the door, and then asked the purpose of the visit through the door.

"Hello, your express delivery has arrived. Please sign for it." The courier's calm voice came from outside the door.

"Uh, my... uh, family... is not at home." It was obvious that the Japanese booklet in Ruoyu's hand was useless.

"Could you sign for me?"

She quickly closed the door's hinges, leaving a narrow gap. Through the gap, she took the delivery form from the courier, signed a fake name on it, and returned it to the courier. Then, she waited for the courier to leave before carefully opening the door and taking the package in.

Ruoyu placed the package in the barrier she had prepared earlier, unwrapped the layers of packaging, and revealed the mailing slip inside. But when she saw the sender's name and address on the mailing slip, she was stunned.

——She was very familiar with the address and sender because it was sent by her pen pal. However, Ruoyu was very clear that she had not revealed her address in Japan, and her contact during this period was also conducted through email, and she had not sent any letters to her pen pal.

"How did she know I lived here..." Ruoyu's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. Her fingers gently stroked the words on the mailing list, but the familiar name and address did not bring her much comfort.

Ruoyu continued to unpack the package. As the outermost layer of paper and filling was peeled off, a wooden box that was not particularly exquisite was revealed.

She gently opened the wooden box, and the lid made a slight creaking sound. A long sword lay quietly inside. The sword was covered with rust, and the once sharp blade had now been eroded by time and became mottled. It was difficult to imagine what the sword should have looked like originally through the rust.

In addition to the sword, there was also a letter in the wooden box. The handwriting on the letter was very familiar, and it was indeed written by his pen pal.

"Dear Ruoyu Yu," the letter began with the familiar greeting from her pen pal. She continued reading, "After hearing that you were participating in the Holy Grail War, I looked up information about the ritual and discovered that it is extremely dangerous. The few records I could find showed that almost no one who participated survived. I am truly worried about you. Although I don't know why you would participate in such a dangerous ritual, it may be useless to try to stop you."

"So I personally went and pulled out a holy relic for you. It's one of the three great holy swords of Europe, Durandal. I hope it can be of some help to you."

"Do the three holy swords of Europe look like this?" You Ruoyu was a little hesitant to believe that the rusty sword in the wooden box was the so-called three holy swords, but considering its age, it didn't seem too strange to look like this.

"Also, even on the Internet, you must protect your privacy." The last few lines of the letter brought You Ruoyu's thoughts back to reality from the sword.

"Eh?" You Ruoyu was stunned for a moment. The reminder in the letter seemed abrupt and confusing. She couldn't understand what her pen pal meant. "Internet...?"

Her eyes involuntarily turned to the computer in the middle of the room that she had just used. The screen was off, and the silver-gray computer looked a little desolate under the light.

It took a long time for her to react.

You Ruoyu may have become the first person in the world to have his address revealed on the Internet, even a year earlier than Ian Hopkins, the first person in the world to be caught using Internet tracking technology.