Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

For some reason, Xing Qingwu felt like someone was staring at him the entire day, giving him goosebumps. But the hustle and bustle of business soon made him put that feeling behind him, and he focused on making his fake Chinese pancakes.

"Hey? Are you two from abroad too?" Xing Qingfu skillfully shoveled the pancakes in the wok while communicating in English with the two beauties at his stall. "Let me guess, from Russia?"

The white-haired beauty's eyes sparkled with the agility of a child, as if she were curious about everything. She moved lightly, each step revealing her interest in the small stall. Her eyes wandered over Xing Qing's food cart, from the neatly arranged condiment bottles to the steaming flat-bottomed pot, seemingly fascinated by everything before her. Finally, her gaze settled on the golden pancakes in the pot.

Behind her, the blonde beauty in men's clothing held a completely different gaze. Her emerald eyes held no trace of curiosity about her surroundings; she simply followed the white-haired beauty's steps. She stood there in silence, not uttering a single word. Their demeanor suggested a princess on an incognito visit and a knight loyally protecting her, rather than companions of equal status.

"No, no, no, we're from America." The white-haired beauty replied with a smile, "Why do you think we're from Russia?"

"Judging from your hair color, it seems to be more common in Russia." Xing Qingqi handed the pancakes smeared with chocolate sauce to the two of them. "Wish you a pleasant trip, and be careful with the heat."

"Thank you!"

"What's so fun about Fuyuki that foreigners would come all the way here?" Xing Qingfeng muttered quietly as he watched the two people leaving. "What are they looking at? Buddhist Ryudo Temple vs. Christian Fuyuki Church?"

Xing Qingfeng expertly flipped the pancakes in front of him, his attention completely focused on the two small frying pans before him. He quickly forgot about the two men. He delicately flipped the pancakes, their golden hue appearing particularly alluring in the afterglow of the setting sun. As the batter spread in the pan, the aroma mingled with the sea breeze blowing in from the nearby Weiyuan River estuary, drawing passersby to stop and watch.

The sun gradually sank, tinting the clouds a brilliant orange-red, and a golden glow shone across the sea. Xing Qingjiu glanced at the sky, estimated the remaining batter, and mentally calculated the time. Perhaps when the last ray of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, the work would be over.

Even before nightfall, the crescent moon had already quietly risen, its silvery white light interweaving with the darkening sky to create a tranquil scene. Xing Qingwu turned off the gas stove, gathered his tools, and slowly wiped the pot with a cloth, mentally calculating how much he had earned that day.

But when he pulled his attention away from his busy schedule, the feeling of being watched returned, sending shivers down his spine. The sea breeze caressed Xing Qingqi's arms, stirring goosebumps. He rubbed his arms, now covered in goosebumps from the chill, his heartbeat accelerating. He recalled that fateful night in the darkened guest room, being stared at from nowhere. It felt exactly the same as now.

"Why are you scaring yourself?" Xing Qingwu said with a wry smile as he pushed his food cart. "You're just scaring yourself for no apparent reason. Could it be that someone is after my intestines?"

Although he forced himself to maintain his composure in his tone, using only humor to soothe his PTSD-like state, his increasingly rapid pace ultimately betrayed his inner panic. He completely forgot about everything else, including the drinks and snacks Newton had requested before leaving this morning. His pace quickened, and the sound of each wheel turning echoed in the night, reminding him that he had to leave quickly.

Walking through the bustling market, the noise of the crowd did not dispel Xing Qingyu's uneasy heart at all. He almost ran to his home, even though he did not think about why he subconsciously felt that the small apartment could bring him peace of mind.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Newton looked at the breathless Xing Qingwu and yawned, "And you too, why are you still haunting me?"

Seeing Newton leaning quietly against the door, Xing Qingjiu's nervousness finally eased a little. When facing a new world full of unknowns, having someone you can trust and who is capable can always dispel anxiety.

"It seems like your perception ability has been adjusted too high, but this should be a good thing. You will get used to it slowly."

A fluid like liquid gold gushed out from Newton's feet, rapidly shooting toward the treetops behind Xing Qingqi. The treetops vibrated and creaked as they were struck, and leaves fell like leaves swept by an autumn wind. A moment later, a short man wearing a skull mask and clad in black fell from the treetops, his body hitting the solid ground with a dull thud. He stood up, shook himself, and staggered towards Newton.

"This damn thing has been here since last night." Newton yawned again and said casually, "I didn't want to alert them, so I threw a cognitive impairment and left it alone. I didn't expect it to come after you."

"Judging from your face, you're Assassin, right? You should have some shame!" Newton said, pinching the short man's neck and shaking his head. "You can even sense the aura of a novice magus who knows nothing at all. How incompetent!"

"Although I can't use the full Jade Technique for now, it's more than enough to take care of a Servant. Okay, let him continue his surveillance duties." Newton waved his hand, signaling Xing Qingjiu to follow. "Let's buy some food and drinks and go to the dock to watch a good show. There's an idiot who's been exuding his hormones all day in the city. We're going to have some fun tonight."

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"Okay, beat him, yes! Beat him to death!"

"This is how you should fight. No, this is the only way to fight!"

Xing Qingfu was munching on a grilled chicken skewer while sitting on a container not far from the riverbank with Newton beside him, watching the battle between the two servants on the dock from close range.

"Beat him, yes! Chop him to death! Good, good fight!" Xing Qingwu cheered loudly for the fighting party and took a swig of beer from the can.

"Wow, that woman is beating so ferociously, she must be trying to beat the gunman to his knees and take him back to be a star slave!"

"Fuck Xing Qingjiu, what's wrong with your imagination!" Newton patted Xing Qingjiu on the back of his head. "Do you think the person I bet on will lose to a woman?"

Xing Qingyu himself had never expected that he would be able to watch such a wonderful duel up close. At that moment, he understood why the ancient Romans were so keen on the Colosseum.

He'd thought he was here for something else, but he'd actually come to watch this epic battle. Wow! What a thrilling fight! Even if a knife suddenly flew out and sliced his head off, it would be worth the price of admission!

As for why they did nothing today and watched the servants duel up close, perhaps the explanation lies in moving the time forward a few hours.

"What are we taking these to the docks for?"

"Go get some fries."

"what?"

"I mean, let's buy some more French fries." Newton was carrying a bag of canned beer he had bought from the convenience store and motioned Xing Qingjiu to go to a fast food restaurant to buy some French fries.

"Are we taking these to the dock for a picnic?!"

"About the time." Newton looked at the sky and began to urge Xing Qing to come. "Hurry up, if you go too late, there will be no fun to watch."

"Didn't I ask you last night if there was a sufficiently open and secluded place in the city? There's a good chance the Holy Grail War would erupt somewhere like this." Newton pulled a can of beer from a plastic bag, opened it, and took a sip. "I found the Holy Grail's location today, but the Einzbern people were quite smart. They must have separated the soul-collecting component and kept it separate."

"I can't intercept souls directly, so I need to stay close to the place where the souls of defeated servants are recalled, so that I can find out where the parts responsible for storing souls are."

"Oh oh...so we just need to find a place where a fight is most likely to break out and then watch the show, and that'll be fine?"

"Yes, there's a Servant in the city today who's been showing off like a peacock in heat. Someone's definitely going to get into a fight tonight."

Xing Qingfeng actually only had a vague understanding of Newton's reasons for the Holy Grail, and he didn't really care about it. His attention had long been drawn to another matter -

——There’s a Pokémon battle tonight!

Under the cover of night, the cargo docks were deserted. Moonlight shimmered on the still water, creating a shimmering effect like a thin layer of frost. The dock's planks swayed gently in the breeze, creaking as waves lapping softly in the distance. The air was filled with the salty smell of the sea and the tang of fish from distant fishing boats. Containers lay quietly, their surfaces gleaming metallically in the silvery moonlight. The entire dock was enveloped in silence, evoking an indescribable tranquility.

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?" Xing Qingfeng sat on the container, looking through binoculars at a man holding two guns, one long and one short, standing in the middle of a deserted avenue not far away. "It's so pitiful to see him standing there alone in the cold wind."

"He's coming." Newton sipped his cheap beer. "He came here specifically after attracting a servant willing to fight."

"How about we make a bet on what class the next Servant who comes here to fight will be? The loser can buy some wine later."

"But I don't even know what the job description is."

"Kill with sword, spear, bow and cavalry, and there's also a berserker." Newton answered casually, "Judging from his face, he should be a spearman."

"I'm guessing a bowman, and he shot him from eight hundred miles away," Xing Qing said while munching on a grilled chicken skewer. "According to what you said, he was swaggering around the city all day, attracting everyone's attention. If I were the one holding the bow, I would definitely be annoyed with him a long time ago."

"Why are you pretending so much? I have to secretly shoot him with an arrow. It will be fun to see him get so angry because he doesn't know who shot the arrow."

"Shoot an arrow and change the location, the main thing is to walk around."

"And we have to pull out the arrow. Instead of dealing physical damage, we can dip it in some gold water to deal some psychological damage to him."

"You're also an honest man." Newton patted Xing Qingqiu's shoulder appreciatively, "I guess it's Jianjie or Qijie."

"How can you still bet on two?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Whoever loses the bet will buy more after they finish eating."

"You should bet on one instead," Xing Qingfeng noticed that the cheap beer in the bag was running low, "otherwise I definitely won't do it."

"Then the sword steps."

"That's not right." Xing Qingwu noticed something unusual. "Did you already know which Servants are nearby and ask questions based on the answers?"

"The other six ranks are all here." Newton continued calmly drinking his cheap beer. "The Rider Rank is on the bridge, the Sword Rank is at the dock entrance, the Archer Rank and the Berserker Rank are hidden not far away in their spirit form, and the Killer Rank is everywhere."

“It’s quite lively.”

On the dim dock, two figures could be vaguely seen strolling in the mist drifting from the sea. Xing Qingfeng was surprised to find that the two people who came to challenge him looked familiar. After a little recollection, he realized that they were the so-called "foreign tourists" who had bought his pancakes that afternoon.

"I've seen these two before." Xing Qingqiu quickly grabbed the last can of beer. "They bought pancakes from me this afternoon. They claimed to be from America."

"Let's make another bet on which of these two will win. You place the bet first. This time it's fair, right?"

"I bet on the Sword rank. If someone brings a trainer along, there's a bond bonus."

"Okay, the loser goes and buys the wine. There's definitely more tonight. Is that okay with you?"

"OK."

The scattered dim streetlights on the dock barely managed to create tiny patches of light, futilely obscuring the asphalt road in the sea mist drifting in the night breeze, making the dock seem even more deserted. A blond beauty in a men's suit stopped about ten meters away from Lancer, shielding him behind her. She tilted her body slightly to confront Lancer.

"Why are you still being polite?" Newton complained indignantly, "Hurry up and start fighting, we are all waiting."

Lancer swung the spear from his shoulder, making a beautiful flower before re-gripping it. The tip of the pistol, originally casually pointed at the ground, slowly rose, as if inviting, yet also provoking, his opponent. A tornado-like burst of magical power suddenly erupted from the Servant protecting the white-haired beauty, enveloping her slender figure in a dark suit. Like a Kamen Rider in a special drama who skips the transformation sequence, she was instantly clad in a suit of armor gleaming with azure-silver light. Her hands pretended to hold some kind of weapon, but the gesture was invisible. Indistinctly, tiny streams of air seemed to linger around her hands.

"Heh, a little trick." Newton smiled when he saw the Wind King's barrier disappear. "Star-Forged Holy Sword? A Servant related to King Arthur? Interesting."

"Fuck handsome, someone with armor fighting someone without armor, that's unstable? Beat him to death, hit him hard in the face!"

"Quack, I want to see blood flowing like a river!"

Afterwards, the two opposing parties took action——

—Cracked ground, felled streetlights, the incessant clanging of metal, the unbridled flow of air, and the extremely twisted and deformed zinc-iron sheets swirling in the air like flying confetti...

And this was just the aftermath of the battle between the two.

The speed of the collision became increasingly fierce, and even Xing Qingyu, who was over a hundred meters away, could clearly feel the cyclone of air. The empty cans beside him were blown away like bullets by the shockwaves generated by the clash of weapons, and Xing Qingyu felt like his intestines were about to burst out again.

"Fuck, my intestines are flying, this is too exciting." Xing Qingyu didn't care about his intestines flying in the air. He stared at the battle between the two through the telescope with wide eyes, afraid that he would miss any details. "Wow, it's better to see such a shocking battle than to ejaculate!"

The deserted dock seemed to be shrouded in a raging tornado, being constantly ravaged by the two men. The surrounding facilities were gradually destroyed, but the two men had no intention of stopping, as if the previous battle was just a warm-up, followed by an increasingly violent confrontation.

The nervous white-haired beauty behind Saber couldn't be seen; the armed woman lurking in the shadows of the warehouse couldn't be seen; the man peering through the thermal imager and the night vision scope nearby couldn't be seen; and Master Lancer, lurking on the warehouse rooftop, surveying the situation from above, couldn't be seen at all! Alas! In this seemingly deserted dock, in this privileged seat at this heroic clash, four people, despite having earned admission, were unable to witness this historic clash of iron and steel due to their own incompetence. It was truly a pity.

Namo San, what a wonderful battle! I believe that all of you viewers with dynamic vision like servants have already seen it!

While the battle looked intense and spectacular to outsiders, to the actual combatants, it was simply a stalemate, each unable to gauge the other's strength. Despite the devastation surrounding them, the two at the center of the fray remained unscathed.

"The game is over, Lancer." An obviously processed voice came from nowhere and echoed on the messy dock, reaching all around.

"Don't let this battle drag on any longer. That Saber is a formidable foe, take her out as soon as possible—I grant you permission to use your Noble Phantasm."

"What is a Noble Phantasm?" Xing Qingqiu turned his head and looked at Newton in confusion. "Sir, please explain it to me."

"Simply put, it's the culmination of a 'hero's' life's achievements, or a symbol that represents that person's life."

"So what is your Noble Phantasm?"

Newton shook the simple book he had taken out from somewhere, shook it twice at Xing Qingfeng, and then put it back.

"Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy," Newton said. "It doesn't really mesh well with me, who came into this world with an emphasis on alchemy. As long as it exists, it will continue to have a negative effect on me."

“But I’m proud of it.”

"I thought it would be some kind of apple."

"Ah... The Garden of Eden? You'll see it if you get the chance." Newton shook his head, ending the subject as if he had mentioned some unpleasant past event. "The Lancer on the other side is about to unleash his Noble Phantasm. Warm-ups are over."

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"See? Lancer's setting a trap." Newton pointed at the pistol that was left on the ground and said, "That's also a Noble Phantasm, but Saber doesn't seem to be sensitive to magic and hasn't noticed it yet."

"Magic armor is useless against that red spear, and it also limits your mobility. Saber removed the armor, probably intending to increase the power of her attack. But this actually played into Lancer's hands."

"Even my grandma wouldn't take off her armor!" Xing Qingfeng closed his eyes in pain as he listened to Newton's explanation. "Why are you so bad at Minting Bar?"

"That red spear should have the effect of breaking demons." Newton looked at the treasure in his hand thoughtfully. "I think I can use it."

"Saber, where's your R? Hit it, hit it! The opponent has already hit their ultimate, but where's your ultimate? Cut off their Q, why are you still hitting A?"

Xing Qingfeng should be thankful that Newton's concealment magic, combined with the formation, could easily surpass modern A-grade magic. Otherwise, if these words were heard by Saber who was fighting, it might be him instead of Lancer who would eat the Noble Phantasm.

"No, buddy, you really didn't see it. You got the pancake for free." Xing Qingfan watched helplessly as Lancer kicked the pistol off the ground and attacked Saber, anxious like a gambler who was about to lose at the horse races. "Move, move! The opponent's movement was so obvious, and you didn't even notice it?"

The violent wind abruptly died down, and figures intertwined. After the exchange of positions, a brilliant flower of blood erupted between Saber and Lancer, then vanished into mist as Wu Yiqi (Eight) stripped Linqi of the medical group and withered away with the scattered air currents. A fishy odor drifted on the sea breeze, blending with the smell of the sea to form an indescribable aura.

Lancer fired his gun with a dashing swipe, completely unconcerned about the flesh being chopped off the inside of his arm. Saber, on the other side, was also stabbed in the left wrist by the spear tip, but judging by her demeanor, she didn't seem to be as relaxed as Lancer.

"I see. This spear probably carries an incurable curse." Newton listened carefully to the conversation between the two warring parties, muttering, "Oh... Diarmait, this is King Arthur himself, not someone related to him... Wait?"

"Admitting he's King Arthur?" Newton's expression froze. "What the hell? King Arthur is a woman?"

"What King Arthur?" Xing Qingfeng didn't hear Newton's muttering clearly. "Is that man with two guns King Arthur? But I remember he was supposed to wield a great sword, wasn't he?"

"That girl is King Arthur."

"What the hell? King Arthur is a woman?"

"Were all the British/British people blind at that time?!" x2

The two men on the battlefield stopped their actions at the same time, but stopping did not mean ending the war.

They proudly acknowledged and challenged each other, observing each other's stances and anticipating potential killing moves. Their feet never stopped moving, carefully closing the distance between them while coordinating their weapons.

"Wow! The winner has to be decided now! I want to see blood flowing like a river!" Xing Qingfeng shouted at the top of his voice, relying on Newton's magic tricks beside him, cheering for his chosen side. "King Arthur will definitely defeat Dill or something! He will definitely defeat him!"

"In a second, one of his hands is crippled. Diarmait will surely stab King Arthur to death."

"King Arthur hasn't even used his ultimate yet, how do you know Deere or something like that can win? King Arthur will definitely be killed instantly!"

"Do you know the Star-Forged Holy Sword or do I know the Star-Forged Holy Sword? How can she still use a Noble Phantasm when one of her hands is crippled?"

"You're not King Arthur, you don't know anything. Anyway, I'll kill you in seconds!"