Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

In other words, Alex not only needs to find a way to raise enough money to buy tickets, but also to increase his own popularity as much as possible to ensure that there are enough audiences willing to buy tickets to see him during the performance. Otherwise, he will not only face the embarrassment of a failed performance, but he may even be unable to afford the plane ticket back to the United States.

So selling himself out and filling in for bands everywhere became the best solution. On the one hand, he could earn some much-needed money by working for other bands, at least to address his immediate financial difficulties. He could also use this opportunity to perform more frequently, becoming more familiar and gaining connections that could help others promote his work.

Everything was going well. Before the Holy Grail War was over, he would be able to perform on the same stage with Cobain in an underground livehouse.

——Until his piano was stolen.

"I knew Japan wasn't a good place." Alex came out of the police station, the night wind carrying a hint of chill, making him feel a little upset. As he walked, he complained to Cobain, who was silently following him, "The music here is so depressing. It's not what I imagined at all."

In Kyoto at night, the streets were deserted, the shadows cast by the neon lights were stretched out, and the entire city was shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere of oppression. Alex lowered his head, his steps heavy, and he looked a little tired.

"My agent told me that after Japan embraces rock culture, it will develop rapidly in just a few decades and become the most prosperous rock music country in Asia," he continued, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Because their society is already quite repressive, the new generation of young people desperately needs a culture that can liberate the inner roar of their hearts, and rock music will perfectly meet their needs."

"He was very supportive of me coming here, saying he wanted me to witness how Japanese rock music was rapidly developing into pop music. Then I came, but all I felt was depression."

Under the neon lights on the corner, a 24-hour convenience store was lit with warm lights. Alex stopped and felt his empty pockets, feeling the last few banknotes. He briefly calculated the expenses in his mind and finally decided to go in and buy two cans of beer.

Alex grabbed two cans of beer and walked to the cashier, handing him a crumpled bill. As he exited the convenience store, his hot breath quickly condensed into a white mist in the cold air. He opened a can of beer and took a gulp, the cold liquid sliding down his throat with a numbing pleasure.

"Ha, and what kind of thief is this? He doesn't steal from rich people, but only from poor people!" He complained as he walked, looking up and taking another sip of beer, as if trying to use the alcohol to dispel his dissatisfaction. "Seriously, brother, why don't we go back to America? There's nothing we want here."

Cobain remained silent. He just shook his head and opened his beer can expressionlessly. The beer foam overflowed, and he lowered his head to take a sip and drank it slowly.

"Okay brother, I'll listen to you."

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I always feel at ease when writing this kind of plot. I originally wanted to add some details, but it was too watery. I will have the chance to write it later (

While trying to depict the Holy Grail War from different angles, I also briefly depict the Kyoto society in 1999. I wonder what you think of it.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please give me your feedback. Thank you!

Volume 17: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without Any Nagging: . Wave God... I mean Schrödinger and his wave equation

A chilly wind still lingered on the streets, seemingly the only persistent presence in Kyoto's winter nights. Though it was late December, the sky remained clear. The lights of the nearby skyscrapers outlined a complex skyline. The streets were sparsely populated, save for the occasional passing car, its headlights casting a fleeting speck of light on the smooth asphalt before fading quickly into the darkness.

Schrodinger and Xing Qingjiu stood in a quiet alley, just across the street from Kyoto's bustling main street, yet seemingly lost to time. The air in the alley was remarkably still, with only the cool breeze stirring a few withered yellow leaves, gently pattering them at their feet. The surrounding buildings still retained their traditional Japanese style, low-slung wooden houses covered in mottled tiles. The corner convenience store still glowed brightly, and the occasional soft hum of vending machines echoed, a rare sign of life in this alley.

"Have you noticed? The intrinsic frequency of these spirits' magic is getting closer and closer to that of ether." Schrödinger's voice was remarkably clear in the silence. He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the face of the shadow before him. After just one night, the mist surrounding the shadow had thinned, and the face had become clearer. "By the way, have you ever proven that ether is a special form of magic?"

"I've speculated, but I haven't proven it yet," Xing Qingfu replied, his gaze fixed on the notebook in his hand. Several pages of map paper were taped to his notebook, clearly recording the direction of the city's ley lines. His hand moved rapidly across the paper, recording the characteristics of the spirits and their movements. "A few years ago, I proved that a pseudo-flesh body composed of ether still possesses many of the characteristics of magic—"

"—But I still haven't found direct evidence to prove that ether is a special form of magic, so it's just a conjecture." He finished, then sighed, "At this stage, I basically can't prove anything. I just have conjectures without evidence."

After hearing this, Schrödinger raised the corners of his mouth slightly and stretched himself, his movements seeming somewhat casual.

"So what if it's just a conjecture? Your way of thinking is a bit too classical. You can tell you studied mechanics, just like Feynman." He yawned and casually destroyed the highly organized structure of the spirit before him. Then he said lazily, "That bastard said my equation was just made up."

Feynman mentioned the Schrödinger equation in the opening chapter of the third volume of his famous lectures, The Feynman Lectures on Physics, delivered at Caltech, discussing its uniqueness and stating, “It is not possible to derive it from anything you know. It came out of the mind of Schrödinger.”

"Why, did he think he could make fun of me during the lecture just because I was dead?" Schrödinger chuckled. Although his words seemed to be filled with dissatisfaction, his expression was full of complacency. "He didn't expect that I would come back one day! He must have been caught saying bad things about me secretly, haha!"

Schrödinger had been dead for almost three years when Feynman uttered this. I wonder if Schrödinger's coffin would have trembled in sync with the non-relativistic nature of the Schrödinger equation when Feynman uttered this from the podium?

"But you really can't provide a proof, right? Even its physical meaning was only given after the equation was derived..."

"Is it difficult to understand? De Broglie's theory of everything being a wave, right?" Schrödinger said casually. "And from this perspective, defining the quantum form as a series of ideal plane waves. Is there a problem?"

"Mr. de Broglie's idea that everything is a wave is just..."

"If we express the quantum state as an ideal plane wave, and then obtain the operator expression for its energy and momentum, and then substitute it into the classical particle energy expression, wouldn't we get this equation?"

"Uh..." Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and then complained, "It feels a bit too mathematical."

"What are you talking about? This is physics, kid," Schrödinger said disapprovingly. "Just tell me if it works or not."

"And we extend this hypothesis further," Schrödinger continued. "We know that one of the properties of wave propagation is that they coherent. Favorable coherence increases, and unfavorable coherence cancels. If the wave propagates sufficiently, only waves that satisfy the favorable coherence conditions will remain."

"Note that magic can also be incorporated into this hypothesis, and the properties currently exhibited by magic completely conform to the many characteristics of waves—"

Schrödinger casually threw a block of ether to the corner of the alley in front of him. The block of ether drew an arc in the air, then gently fell to the ground, making a faint buzzing sound.

Soon, a tall figure suddenly rushed out from the shadows of the alley, a warrior in full armor. Even though he was shrouded in a dark mist, appearing eerie and terrifying, the armor still faintly shone with a fiery red sheen.

The warrior's movements were incredibly swift, black mist swirling around him like a demon from hell. He raised his blade high, the blade's light drawing a cold arc in the night sky, but it was directed directly at the buzzing block of ether on the ground.

Schrödinger snapped his fingers, and the ether block was restored to magic power, and then the warrior was wiped out in an instant. The black mist quickly disintegrated and melted into the night of Kyoto.

"Gua, it's the great power of Bodong Tianjun!" Xing Qingjiu shouted.

"First, the energy of a wave spreads as distance increases, and the amplitude of the wave also decays due to this spread." Schrödinger said calmly, "And who is this Wave Heavenly Monarch?"

"Uh, let's not talk about that for now." Xing Qingyu stopped writing with the pen in his hand, "But the area ahead hasn't been recorded yet, and you killed it..."

"Ah, then you'll have to wait a little longer." Schrodinger glanced at Xing Qingjiu, who was in distress, and extended his hand to him without any hesitation. "By the way, the money is all gone."

"......?" Xing Qingjiu was stunned. He used to be the one asking others for money, but these past few days, it was suddenly others asking him for money, which made him a little uncomfortable. "No, Mr. Schrodinger, you really can't go out drinking every day?"

"Stop talking nonsense. How long have we just been engaged in this academic discussion?"

"Uh, about twenty minutes?" Xing Qingqi answered uncertainly.

"Yes, now my creativity has dried up, so I have to find a way to replenish it," Schrödinger said as a matter of course. "Otherwise, how can I maintain my genius thinking, which is second only to Mr. Einstein's?"

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"...Master, are you sure you want to do this at night?" Mandicardo's voice was filled with resignation and uneasiness. He followed You Ruoyu. The night around them seemed particularly quiet and mysterious, and the air seemed to carry a hint of chill. The sound of their footsteps was particularly clear in the silent alley, while You Ruoyu stared intently at the compass in his hand, his eyes gleaming with concentration.

"It seems we could easily encounter enemy Servants," Mandicardo continued, his gaze scanning the surroundings with a vigilant gaze. The surrounding buildings appeared eerie and unfamiliar in the night, the dim light from the streetlamps stretching their shadows long and swaying across the ground. In the distance, the occasional rustle of wind in the leaves echoed, as if the entire world were asleep, and only the two of them were left walking in the darkness.

"That's perfect, you go and take care of them!" You Ruoyu replied nonchalantly, as if she didn't care about the possible danger at all. "I didn't even have dinner before I came out."

"...It's great that you can trust me so much." Mandicardo sighed with dead eyes.

"Right? I do believe in your abilities." You Ruoyu smiled, "Even though you're a Rider who can't even summon a mount."

"I'm so sorry, I'm just a useless Servant without a mount or weapons." Mandicardo's voice was thick with self-mockery. His gaze still wandered around, but his tone was filled with helplessness and frustration. "Oh, oh no, I accidentally burst into tears."

"It's okay, it's okay. Your Master has a perfect score in theory!" You Ruoyu patted her barren chest proudly. Although the action didn't look very impressive, her tone was extremely confident. "In fact, I don't need to use a compass at all. I can use the Golden Lock and Jade Gate to open it. It's just because I'm unfamiliar with this place that I have to use tools."

"Yeah, that's amazing," Mandicardo said casually.

"Right, right, why aren't you talking?" You Ruoyu suddenly realized that Mandiccardo hadn't spoken for a long time. She raised her head in confusion. Her eyes followed Mandiccardo's gaze and she noticed a blurry figure appearing not far ahead.

It was a figure, a petite figure, walking slowly from the other end of the street. She was holding a bag of snacks and tea, and her steps were light and casual, as if she were just an ordinary passerby.

——It turned out to be Okita Souji who was just passing by to buy snacks. Can’t she go out during the day?

"Ah, it's an enemy Servant." You Ruoyu narrowed her eyes and looked at the figure carefully. There was no panic in her tone, but instead a hint of curiosity and excitement. "Hmm... I have some bad news."

"What?" Mandicardo took off the rusty sword from his back, but did not activate the treasure. He just let it be held in his hand in the form of a rusty sword.

"It seems like the opponent's stats are completely superior to yours." You Ruoyu said thoughtfully, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "He's obviously a Rider, but he's outshined in the agility attribute."

"How about it, do you want to go?" You Ruoyu suddenly asked softly, leaving the decision entirely to Mandicardo. "Don't worry, the only thing I'm confident in in actual combat is the art of escape."

"Don't you mean that if we can't win, we can just run away?!"

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Ms. Okita felt very unlucky.

The night before yesterday, she went out and met that terrifying spearman. Not only was she beaten all over her body, but her beloved haori was burned to tatters, and even the tip of her Kikuichimonji sword was melted.

Last night when I went out, I ended up fighting nearly ten unknown dark shadows in a row. I was almost exhausted to the point of vomiting blood. No, I was already exhausted to the point of vomiting blood.

I went out tonight and ended up running into a strange master and servant. Seeing how they were acting like they were facing a formidable enemy, it wasn't that I didn't want to keep them company—

——But the weakness was just triggered!

While Okita Souji maintained a relaxed demeanor, seemingly unfazed, every nerve in her being was on edge. She held the bag of snacks in one hand, while her other hand silently rested on the hilt of the sword at her waist. She leaned slightly to the side, her eyes narrowed, staring at the enemy ahead.

The enemy Servant was likely the young man with black hair with white highlights. His aura was nowhere near the Lancer he'd encountered the night before, which made Okita Souji breathe a sigh of relief. The opponent pulled a rusty sword from his back. Was it his Noble Phantasm? He was whispering to his Master, so it couldn't be Bercerker.

That must be Rider, but it seems he has no mount. Is he hiding it?

I really don't want to fight this guy, he's so secretive about everything... It seems the Rider class will carry multiple Noble Phantasms, and I'm just a weak swordsman. In the absence of relevant information, it's best to avoid fighting -

——Ah, the other party looked over here, and seemed to be really planning to fight.

Damn it, there’s still some time before the effects of my illness are lifted. Let’s see if I can find a way to delay it.

With this thought in mind, Souji Okita pretended to be indifferent, holding a bag of snacks and leaning quietly against the lamppost, as if he didn't take the other person seriously at all.

After seeing this scene, You Ruoyu and Mandycardo gave up the desire to attack, took a few steps back, and observed Okita Souji more vigilantly and carefully.

"Very good, keep delaying and don't reveal any flaws." Okita Souji silently encouraged himself in his heart, then took out a bag of gummy candies from the snack bag, slowly opened the package, picked one and put it in his mouth, pretending to chew it easily -

"-I'm hungry." Looking at Souji Okita eating snacks under the street light, You Ruoyu couldn't help but say.

"Are you really saying something like this at a time like this?!"

"I just feel like the atmosphere would be too heavy if I didn't say something." You Ruoyu thought for a moment and said, "It seems like the other side is completely waiting for us to make the first move. Are they that confident?"

At this moment, You Ruoyu's attention was suddenly drawn to a certain place. She narrowed her eyes and looked towards the far end of the alley. She vaguely saw a tall, thin figure slowly walking towards them. The figure was wearing golden armor and holding a huge spear, which was particularly eye-catching in the night.

Mandicardo stared at the newly appeared figure nervously, while Okita Souji still maintained her calm demeanor, as if she didn't notice anything unusual.

"Is that swordsman completely motionless? He should be the strongest Saber class in the legendary Holy Grail War. Is he planning to fight two at once?" Mandicardo nervously gripped the rusty sword in his hand and asked in a low voice.

"It turns out that not rushing into a fight just now was the right decision..." You Ruoyu echoed.

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They are trying to make each other happy, but the real little boss is coming (laughs)

Volume 18: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without Nagging: . Tiangang Jiugong, Xidou Bodyguard

The night streets were bathed in the soft orange glow of streetlights. A sparse crowd of pedestrians and vehicles passed by, and the night breeze brought a hint of coolness. Okita Souji stood beneath the streetlight, the dim light illuminating her face, revealing her delicate features and the crumbs of snacks clinging to the corners of her mouth. Suddenly, a familiar scent reached her ears. It was quite hot, especially noticeable in the cool night, causing her to frown slightly.

Her eyes swept over You Ruoyu and Mandy Cardo who were not far away. Although the master and servant were still wary of her, their eyes had already passed her and were cast behind her, constantly whispering something -

——Ms. Okita could guess with her eyes closed that the fire-breathing monster had returned.

"Seriously, I'm never going out at night again..." Okita Souji muttered. She didn't turn back to check on Karna, but feigned complete ignorance, leaning against the lamppost as she finished the candy in her hand. The candy melted in her mouth, bringing a hint of sweetness, but it didn't make her feel any easier.

She slowly stood up from under the streetlight, stretched her somewhat stiff limbs, and then walked slowly towards You Ruoyu and Mandy Cardo. Her footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible, as if they were part of the night.

Meanwhile, Mandicardo had already unleashed his Noble Phantasm. The rusted sword in his hand regained its former sharpness in a flash of light, its blade radiating a cold glow in the moonlight. The golden hilt shone particularly brightly in the light. He gripped the hilt tightly, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the approaching Okita Souji.

He leaned forward slightly, his leg muscles tensing. However, just as he was about to strike, Okita Souji suddenly changed direction. With a slight turn, she headed straight for a side alley, quickly disappearing into the night.

"Hey? What do you mean? A sneak attack?" You Ruoyu asked nervously, hiding behind Mandicardo. She stuck her head out, scanning the streets and alleys, trying to find any trace of Okita Souji. "Isn't it a sneak attack..."

"I'm not confident I can protect you from a surprise attack..." Mandicardo muttered, tightening his grip on his sword. His gaze remained fixed on Karna, who was slowly approaching from the far side of the street. He kept a peripheral vision of his surroundings, observing Okita Souji for a surprise attack. Karna's figure became increasingly distinct in the night. His slender and well-proportioned figure, dazzling golden armor, and ornate spear, like a work of art, combined to create an undeniable sense of oppression.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can do it myself..." You Ruoyu bit her lip and muttered, "There's no way to use the earth veins in Japan... This is a problem after going abroad. I can only use the Tiangang Step. Fortunately, today is a good day."

She pulled a small incense burner from her bag. Under the dim streetlight, the burner shone dimly with a coppery glow, its body delicately carved with auspicious cloud patterns. She gently opened the lid and carefully removed three incense sticks from her bag with her left hand, inserting them into the fine sand inside the burner. The ends of the incense still carried a hint of sandalwood. She produced a lighter with her right hand, flicking it with her thumb, and a flame leaped out. She brought the flame close to the tip of the incense stick until it ignited, a thin wisp of green smoke rising. She gently placed the incense burner on the stone slab at her feet, designating this place as her center.

The wind faded, and the air around them seemed frozen. Only the smoke of incense rose, drawing a faint trail in the cold night. Then, she pulled a stack of yellow talismans from her bag, the paper trembling slightly in the night breeze. You Ruoyu closed her eyes, her mind calm, her right hand holding a sword finger, her left hand supporting the talisman.

"Central Wuji Saturn, the center of the town. I obey the command of the Dao, the center of the barrier..." She chanted softly, her voice like a clear spring, echoing through the silent streets. You Ruoyu slowly raised her right foot, tapping lightly on the cold stone pavement, her toes slightly tilted outward, and began to walk in a circular motion. Her steps were light, her body following the guidance of her toes, carving one arc after another through the narrow streets. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, moving from east to south, then northwest, each step carefully planned, the stone slabs beneath her feet making a subtle sound.

As her pace quickened, the talisman held in her left hand, its cinnabar-painted patterns ignited, began to flicker with a faint red glow. The light danced in the night, and her sleeves danced with her twirling form, as if dancing with the night wind.

"The Heavenly Stars rotate, the Nine Palaces protect!" she suddenly shouted. With her final step, You Ruoyu suddenly stopped at the center, her sword pointing straight to the heavens. The talisman's light suddenly intensified, a dazzling red glow like a blazing flame in the night. The surrounding atmosphere instantly grew solemn, even the cold wind hushed its whisper.

"...The Heavenly Gangs march in formation, the gods line up, the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Lao, summoning the gods of heaven and earth to protect the Nine Palaces and the four directions. Urgent as ordered." In a moment, peace returned to the world, and the incense from the incense burner swirled around You Ruoyu. She slowly retracted her sword finger and bowed slightly to the incense burner.

You Ruoyu took a deep breath of the cool night air, and the cold wind brushed across her cheeks, bringing a little chill.

"Huh... My earth veins aren't working anymore. I haven't even finished my Thought Disk yet, so my level is too low to be effective abroad. Luckily, my Nine Palaces Heavenly Gang is still usable." Her tone was a little nervous, but it couldn't conceal her eagerness to try. She reached out and patted Mandicardo's shoulder, smiling and gesturing for him to relax.

"Alright, with Zhonggong stable, Tiangang complete, Xidou protecting us, and Baibiao Star Lord, Gaoyuan Star Lord, Huangling Star Lord, and Juwei Star Lord in charge, ordinary servants shouldn't be able to penetrate the defenses under their blessing."

"Is this true? Isn't this just a layer of smoke..." Mandicardo glanced around suspiciously. Aside from the slight fluctuations of magic power generated by You Ruoyu's ritual, he didn't sense any other movement. He couldn't see what kind of formation his Master had set up.

The streets remained silent, only the dim light from the streetlights flickering in the darkness. Mandicardo gripped the rusted sword tightly, his palms slightly sweating, his eyes flickering with vigilance in the darkness. Although You Ruoyu now looked confident, he didn't dare to be reassured.

"You'll understand after you try it later." You Ruoyu confidently patted her actually barren chest again, making a popping sound, "I don't have the right place and people, but I still have the right time."

"Today is the fifteenth day of the winter month, the 4695th year of the Taoist calendar, the year of Jimao, the month of Bingzi, and the day of Wushen," she said. "Today is the day when the Western Dipper descends, and it's also the birthday of Yuanshi Tianzun. So even if we can't use the earth veins, the effectiveness of the Western Dipper's protection will not be much worse with just the right timing."

Karna now stood quietly beneath the streetlight where Okita Souji had once leaned, one hand clutching a gun, the other at his side, his gaze impassively fixed on the enemy before him. As for Okita Souji, she had already vanished into the darkness, her figure passing around the street corner like the wind. Karna had long seen through her plans, but he didn't rush to pursue. Her agility was comparable to his own, and without unleashing his magic, it would be difficult for him to catch up.

The Master's magic power is roughly enough for him to fight for a long time without using magic release, but if he uses magic release, the duration will plummet to less than three minutes or even be calculated in seconds. Over-exploiting the Master's magic power is not good for his body.

"The other party looks like a great hero..." Mandicardo was still a little timid.

"If you're worried about a sneak attack from that swordsman, she's gone," Karna said calmly. "There's no need to shrink back to protect your Master—"

"——Or are you afraid of fighting me?"

There was clearly no malice in his words; they were simply sincere advice from Karna, who had seen through the other person's inner doubts and inferiority complex. However, when spoken aloud, they sounded harsh and mocking.

"Are you still not ready to fight? Time is limited, so please summon your courage and come charging forward." Karna paused briefly before continuing, "Those who can be summoned are worthy of leaving their names in history. Your Master is looking forward to it, isn't he?"