Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

A soft "ding—" sound echoed through the silent hall, crisp and ethereal, like the ripples caused by a stone dropped into a deep pool. Schrödinger casually toyed with the mirror for a few moments, then gently returned it to its original place. Nothing unusual happened.

"Two more to go," Schrodinger muttered as he left the shrine. "Alas, when I'm alive, I have to be controlled by those dogs. After I die, I have to find a way to deal with them."

"Now I understand why the Atlas Institute is so unwilling to show its face. They have so many defense mechanisms because they are afraid that the research results will be leaked and the Servants sent here will come to attack them. Sigh..."

Xing Qingjiu caught a glimpse of Schrödinger strolling back to the courtyard early in the morning. Yawning and stretching, he lazily pushed open the gate. The morning sun pierced the mist, illuminating Schrödinger's form, elongating his sluggish figure. The chirping of birds still echoed in the courtyard, and everything around him seemed remarkably quiet. Only Schrödinger's slightly languid steps broke the morning's tranquility.

Xing Qingfeng had no objection to this. After all, he only occasionally did research or wrote lab notes in his study during the day, and only went out at night to symbolically maintain order in the Holy Grail War. He was already accustomed to Schrödinger's unrestrained behavior. Moreover, when Schrödinger occasionally caught him working on his research, he would stop and casually give him a few pointers if he felt inspired.

——Of course, the topic would soon turn to Schrödinger’s “subsidy” issue. He would always take the opportunity to ask Xing Qingjiu for some money so that he could continue to go to the nightclub to drink and have fun.

Initially, Xing Qingfeng felt something was amiss. Was the Holy Grail War such a relaxing event? But when he thought about it carefully, he remembered that when Emiya Kiritsugu had invited him, he had also said that he could just treat it as a vacation.

It just so happened that the process of summoning Servants in the Holy Grail War coincided with his own research, so he took the opportunity to advance this research. Schrödinger, however, didn't seem to want to interfere with his research, often acting indifferent. Schrödinger said that this research was, at most, a "bachelor's degree project," a simple one lacking any depth. If Xing Qingfeng needed his help with such a small amount of research, he might as well just graduate and find a place to live under a bridge.

But if it's such a simple topic, why hasn't anyone brought it up yet? Xing Qingfeng felt a little puzzled. Logically, the phenomenon he observed wasn't something rare and difficult to replicate. Yet, the history of science in this world was proceeding at the same pace as the world before he was hit by the dump truck.

—This is completely absurd. Magic and sorcery are clearly objective phenomena, so why haven't there been any published research papers on them? It seems there's an unbreakable barrier between the mystical and the scientific, each pursuing their own research within their own territories, never to cross paths.

The garage was dimly lit, lit only by an old fluorescent lamp humming overhead, casting a faint glow that cast a thin layer of dust on the floor. The air was filled with the faint smell of motor oil, and the corners were filled with various scattered instruments and tools, appearing to be in a mess.

"What are you doing?" Schrodinger yawned as he entered the garage. He immediately saw the shiny metallic instrument Xing Qingqiu was fiddling with. "What new thing are you tinkering with?"

"I recently got a cool gadget," Xing Qingfeng said. "This is a DC SQUID (direct current superconducting quantum interference device). It's an instrument used to accurately measure changes in weak magnetic fields."

"Because of the letter from that Twenty Faces guy a few days ago, I was a little hesitant to mail the microscope over, so I got a different instrument."

"After more than 30 years, I didn't expect that I'm a little behind the times." Schrödinger shook his head, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. "How does it work?"

"Quantum tunneling effect." Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment, then pointed to several key parts of the instrument. "Its basic structure consists of a superconducting loop and two Josephson junctions. However, in order to maintain the operating temperature of the superconductor, we have to wait for the refrigeration equipment to arrive before we can assemble it and start working."

"Really? I understand the tunneling effect," he sighed softly. "But I didn't expect it could be used to measure changes in magnetic fields. Quantization of magnetic flux?"

"Yes. To put it simply, in a DC SQUID, the current between two Josephson junctions produces an interference effect, and the interference pattern depends on the magnetic flux passing through the loop. By measuring the voltage or current in the SQUID, very small changes in the magnetic field can be detected."

"That's great, that's great." Schrödinger shook his head, looking a little dazed. "When will the equipment be available? Let me join in the fun."

After saying that, he turned around and slowly walked out of the garage, his back looking a little blurry in the dim light.

"Wait a moment," Xing Qingyu suddenly stopped Schrödinger, his voice somewhat anxious. "I'd like to ask, you have done a lot of research on the phenomenon of magic, right?"

"Yeah, it's not just me. Almost everyone has researched this." Schrödinger paused slightly and replied without turning back, "We're not blind."

"Then why didn't you publish it?" Xing Qingqi frowned and continued to ask, "The academic community still has no record of the phenomenon of magic..."

"Huh? I've published them all." Schrödinger interrupted Xing Qingqi's questioning. "All of my academic achievements are public. There's nothing hidden, and no one has deliberately covered them up. They're just out there, shining brightly."

"You just need to slightly expand the number field, and you can fully utilize it." Schrödinger thought for a moment and continued, "But since you haven't discovered it, then I can't help you with this matter."

"Ha, if it were someone else, they would have been eager to indoctrinate me." He yawned and waved his hand. "I don't have a sense of responsibility. It's too ugly for the dead to come out and criticize the research of the living. You're not my student."

"However, if you really want to know, I won't hide it and give you a choice-"

"—You can choose to discover the problem independently or be our messenger. It's your choice."

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I've hinted at the effect of Schrödinger's Noble Phantasm, but as for the design ideas, we'll talk about it when it's officially revealed.

This is mainly to complete the worldview and pave the way for the subsequent theoretical proposals. By the way, the relationship between Schrödinger and the protagonist is mentioned. In Schrödinger's eyes, although the protagonist is a junior, he is not at the level of a student. He does not expect the protagonist to achieve or inherit anything, and their relationship is more equal.

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Volume 24: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without a Nagging Message: . Izanagi Material

You Ruoyu was fast asleep, sprawled across her desk, her cheek pressed against the cold wooden surface, her breathing even and slow. Scattered on the desk were a few open books and a computer, sitting in standby mode. A faint glow still lingered on the screen, making her look somewhat lonely. Outside the window, the faint morning light filtered through the thin curtains, softly filtering into the room, bringing a touch of warmth to the small space.

After a while, Ruoyu stirred slightly on her desk, her brow furrowed slightly, as if troubled by a dream. She finally woke up and slowly raised her head, her eyes still hazy, her mind still hazily stuck in the dream she had just had. She reached out and rubbed her sleepy eyes, trying to wake herself up.

However, when she tried to move her neck, she realized that she had a stiff neck. Her neck was as stiff as if it was fixed with plaster, and the pain hit her instantly, instantly pulling her consciousness out of the drowsiness she had just woken up.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Ruoyu couldn't help but groan softly, covering her neck with her hands and tilting her head to one side, not daring to move at all. She looked around and finally shouted towards the door, "Xiaoman...? Xiaoman...? Mandy Cardo!"

A moment later, hurried footsteps echoed outside. The door opened gently, and a figure in an apron peeked in. Mandicardo, clutching a kitchen knife and with a few shredded cabbage in his hair, had clearly just rushed in from the kitchen. He yawned lazily, his eyes fixed on his Master.

"What's wrong again, Master..." he asked weakly, "You're not going to sit in front of the computer all night again, are you?" Mandicardo's gaze swept across You Ruoyu and stopped on the computer with a flashing screen on the table.

"I'm researching something..." Ruoyu muttered, her tone somewhat self-righteous, but more guilty. She endured the pain in her neck and tried to sit up straighter, but quickly gave up. Her voice was filled with pain, "Stop talking for now. Find me a hot towel. I have a stiff neck."

Mandicardo sighed helplessly and turned to walk towards the kitchen. "Okay, okay... Really..." He muttered as he walked, "Seriously, is this still the Holy Grail War..."

Mandicardo returned quickly, holding a steaming towel. You Ruoyu took the towel and carefully applied it to her neck. The heat passed through the towel to her stiff muscles, relieving some of the pain.

"Ah, I feel much better..." You Ruoyu closed her eyes and stretched her neck, which was stiff from a stiff neck, enjoying this moment of comfort. She looked away from the towel and looked at Mandycardo, "By the way, are you feeling okay?"

"Except for never wanting to face that Lancer again," Mandicardo said with a lingering fear, "I feel like there's no problem."

"Really? That's good." You Ruoyu said, "I was originally worried that Nan Dou alone wouldn't be able to cure it..."

Last night, when You Ruoyu used the Command Seal to pull Mandicard back, he was nearly cooked. Although Karna's spear hadn't yet struck him, the blazing magic power attached to it had already seared his consciousness to the point of snapping. After being saved by the Command Seal, his ever-tightened consciousness finally snapped.

After being forcibly pulled back by the Command Spell, Mandicardo's tense consciousness finally snapped. His body fell to the ground like a red-hot iron plate. Given the injuries at the time, even Uncle Ba would have praised his excellent grilling skills, saying that he was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

When Mandicardo woke up again, he found that his injuries had been completely healed. If it weren't for the faint phantom pain in his body, he would even think that the beating he received last night was an illusion.

You Ruoyu placed a hot towel against her stiff neck, feeling the warmth seeping into her stiff muscles. She slowly rose, walked to her desk, and began to gather the items from it with expert ease. Her movements were deft and methodical, each item meticulously placed in its proper place. Brushes, cinnabar, inkstone, jade seal, and several sheets of half-painted talismans. Several slender white candles were still half-burned, their wicks dangling with a hint of white wax, slightly blackened, as if hastily extinguished in a moment of emergency last night.

She carefully folded several half-drawn talisman papers and placed them in a wooden box engraved with the Eight Trigrams. She gently placed the jade seal on a clean cloth and carefully wiped the tiny marks on it.

After clearing the table, You Ruoyu scanned the room, making sure everything was in order. She took a deep breath and tried to stretch, but the pain in her neck caused her to flinch momentarily. Mandicardo had already returned to the kitchen, and after a moment's hesitation, she followed him.

"By the way, I have to go out for a while." She walked to the kitchen door, leaned on the door frame and said to Mandicardo. Ever since she summoned Mandicardo, she gradually got used to leaving these things to him.

A certain devilish muscle Rin gave a thumbs up.

"Huh?!" Mandicardo immediately turned around upon hearing this, his face filled with disbelief. "You're actually going out during the day?! Don't you wake up and immediately sit in front of that computer thing for the entire day?!"

"I have a feeling you have a big misunderstanding of me..." You Ruoyu rolled her eyes helplessly, "I'm out of cinnabar. I looked online to see where I could buy some, and it seems I need to go to Gojo-dori."

"Then I'm going to buy some vegetables or something." You Ruoyu poked her head out to glance at the breakfast in the pot. The shiny vegetable leaves were swirling in the pot, emitting an enticing aroma. "I said I would cook last night."

"Oh, by the way, I have to see if they sell cochineal red," You Ruoyu continued, "If I can't find it, I can only buy a pot of cactus and find a way to grow some cochineal myself."

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Okita Souji was sitting at the dining table, kneeling with his legs together, his hands resting neatly on his lap, his eyes following Kanzuki Ringo's figure. In front of her was a traditional low wooden table with several empty plates on it.

The air was thick with the aroma of fresh ingredients, echoing from Patricia's kitchen. The intermittent clatter of pots and pans echoed, along with the occasional clatter of a knife against a cutting board. The morning sun filtered through the papered sliding doors into the small Japanese-style room, its warm glow casting soft shadows on the wooden floor.

Although Okita Souji felt a bit bad about having her Master prepare breakfast for her, she couldn't help it. After all, she was just a swordsman. She looked down at her hands. Her fingers were long and strong, and her palms were covered with thick calluses, the marks of years of sword training. For her, holding a sword was a natural thing, but she probably had to give up on walking into the kitchen.

However, her gaze inadvertently turned towards the kitchen, and her thoughts drifted away -

——Anyway, after learning that the body currently controlled by my Master is actually a corpse, I suddenly had a strange sense of déjà vu.

"Ah, thank you." Okita Souji took the plate from Patricia, his voice soft and polite. She turned her eyes to the white rice and the colorful side dishes in the bowl, shaking off the thoughts in her mind.

She glanced at Ringo Mizuki, who was standing beside her. She had just woken up and looked a little tired, as if she had just emerged from a nightmare. According to Patricia, when Ringo Mizuki's soul first emerged from the near-death state, she was completely unconscious. If it weren't for the help of a very skilled puppeteer, she wouldn't have been able to wake up.

Even now, she looked as if she might faint at any moment. And even after his death, Okita Souji himself was still being pranked by the skill of being weak.

There are three people here, one is physically dead, one is dying spiritually, and the other is completely resurrected from the dead. These three people cannot even make up a normal and healthy person.

"Where were we?" Patricia picked up the bowl, blew gently to remove the steam, and took a sip of the flavor-enhancing soup. "Ah, now I remember. In South America, I discovered some very strange... viruses, I guess. Actually, using the word 'virus' isn't entirely accurate to describe them."

"Because they cannot be defined by our existing biological classification system. Structurally, they are neither like the viruses we are familiar with, nor like algae or fungi. They seem to have mixed characteristics of these organisms, but they are also clearly different—"

"—That's why I named them 'Izanagi Matter.' Actually, we're in this state now thanks to that adventure." Kanzuki Ringo, who had just taken a bite of a pickled radish, interrupted and added, "If it weren't for the Izanagi Matter, we would have been doomed long ago."

"Is that so... That sounds thrilling." Okita Souji listened with great interest, stealthily pushing all the pickled radishes on the plate in front of him to the side. "It feels like these are all things I've never heard of before."

Patricia paused, then continued, "I'm not finished yet. I don't think Izanagi matter is native to Earth at all. I've found traces of it in multiple ecosystems in South America. It infects biological cells, but unlike conventional viruses, it doesn't destroy the host cell. Instead, it forms a symbiotic relationship with the host cell, becoming a new organelle."

"Endosymbiosis? What is that?" Okita Souji asked with blinking eyes, obviously not familiar with these terms.

"To put it simply," Patricia explained, "after entering the host cell, they don't immediately destroy the host, but instead establish a symbiotic relationship with the host. They stay very quietly inside the host cell, just like the chloroplasts of plants or the mitochondria of animals, becoming a part of the host cell."

"Moreover, they modify the host's DNA, but these modifications do not result in the expression of dominant traits," Kanzuki Ringo continued. "These modified genes appear to be hidden in the host's genome, passed down from generation to generation as recessive genes."

"But even when both parents have this recessive gene, their offspring still don't show any abnormal traits." Patricia continued to explain, "And we've tested people in various regions of South America for recessive genes, and we found that anyone with any extraterrestrial ancestry doesn't retain this recessive gene—"

"—The effects of Izanagi's substance are limited to purebred South American natives, and they don't manifest any traits, existing simply as residual information in their DNA," Kanzuki Ringo said. "This characteristic makes it difficult to consider it a virus or fungus in the traditional sense. It's more like a symbiotic organism that has achieved a certain balance with its host."

"But why do you think it's not a creature from Earth?" asked Okita Souji, seemingly confused.

"Because their molecular structure is very unique," Patricia continued, "In all life on Earth, DNA and RNA are right-handed, while amino acids and proteins are mostly left-handed. But these Izanagi substances have left-handed DNA and RNA, while their amino acids and proteins are right-handed. This is the exact opposite of life on Earth."

"During that South American adventure, we also discovered a subspecies of Izanagi substance," Patricia continued. "It's the algae that now parasitizes this body, forming a symbiotic relationship with me. After infecting the host, this algae actively transforms a large number of host cells, but it stops at a certain point and begins to take over the functions previously performed by the host's organs and tissues."

"That's why, even though this body of mine is dead, it can still move, carry souls, and use magic normally," she smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in her eyes, "In a sense, I'm actually relying on these algae to survive now.

"Honestly, I now suspect that the mechanism by which it infects human cells is the same as that of prions," Patricia said. "If I have the chance, I'll definitely go to South America again to take a look."

"I see, that sounds amazing..." Okita Souji exclaimed, "It's a world I've never encountered before."

"Well, that kind of thing will have to wait a long, long time." Kanzuki Ringo looked at Okita Souji's expression, smiled and shook his head, obviously not wanting to continue this topic, so he forced the subject back, "By the way, are you planning to go out later today?"

"Well, I'm going to go to the shopping street near Nijo Castle to do some shopping," Patricia said after thinking for a moment, "I'll buy some paint and herbs for spells."

"Those things are very expensive if you buy them near Nijo Castle, and most of them are scams targeting tourists," said Kanzuki Ringo. "Let's go to Shijo-dori or Gojo-dori instead."

"But I'm not very familiar with Kyoto. It would be safer to let a local lead the way. Didn't you say you originally planned to be a teacher in your hometown?" She raised a mischievous smile. "Tell me, how much longer can you hold on? Do you want to go out for a walk together and get some sun?"

"I'm a local, but I haven't been back in almost ten years..." Guanyue Ringo's gaze drifted out the window, her voice filled with emotion and helplessness. "Besides, it might be a bit awkward to run into old friends under these circumstances."

"Oh, it's okay. I can pretend to be you perfectly," Patricia said with a brighter smile, "even if I run into an old friend of yours, I can handle it."

"Then Souji," Kanzuki Ringo turned around and looked at Okita Souji, who was still concentrating on picking pickled radish from the plate, "Would you like to come with us?"

"Are you going out?" Okita Souji finally put down his chopsticks and picked out the last piece of pickled radish. "I'm going!"

"Tsk..." Patricia smacked her lips a little dissatisfied.

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The world view of the South American line was laid out, and the foreshadowing of Patricia's character was recovered. In fact, this refers to the degenerated South American gods. As for the naming of Izanagi's substance, it is actually part of this pair of character neta (

However, I felt a little dizzy when writing today. I am not very familiar with biology, so there may be omissions. Please point them out if you find any. Thank you!

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Volume 25: The Quiet Kyoto Holy Grail War: . Human Observation

A chilly wind blew through the streets, its biting chill making it impossible not to wrap scarves even tighter. Though it wasn't snowing, the trees lining the streets were covered in fine frost, trembling gently in the breeze. The city center was bustling with activity, shop windows already filled with New Year decorations, and the streets buzzed with people, filled with the joyful anticipation of the New Year.

The Kyoto Prefectural Police Office echoed with laughter and conversation. The humming of the heater made people forget the bitter winter chill. A middle-aged police officer stood at his workstation, frowning as he stared at a set of crimson armor on his desk.

"What is this?" he asked, confused. The bright red of the armor stood out against the warm yellow light. He looked around and saw that many of his colleagues had already donned the armor, joking with each other as they worked.

"Isn't New Year's Eve in a couple of days?" A colleague, already fully dressed in armor, walked over with a smile, his tone a bit teasing, "So the higher-ups said they'd organize some kind of celebration—"

"—So they come to work dressed like they were in the Edo period," another colleague chimed in. He turned around and showed off his armor. "Look, there's even the Tokugawa family crest on the back."

"Oh, that's really interesting." The middle-aged policeman finally couldn't help but stop and enthusiastically put on his armor. The shoulders and chest of the armor made a slight plastic sound as he moved. He looked down at his armor and said, "Ah, what's going on? I thought it was a full set, but here's only the torso part—"

"--And it's made of plastic." He muttered in dissatisfaction and tapped lightly on the armor on his chest, making a hollow sound.

"Do you really have to wear a full set of iron armor to work? You're really trying too hard!" A colleague couldn't help laughing and joked, "How can such a good thing happen-"

"--If you really put it on, would you dare to go out for field work? I'm afraid you'll be exhausted after running just a few steps." Another colleague followed suit and joked.

Just as everyone was laughing, a tall policeman slammed the table, stood up and shouted loudly: "I am patrolling Kyoto City today on the orders of Lord Tokugawa Iemitsu. You all must return to your positions quickly and do not slack off!" He deliberately lowered his voice and imitated the tone of the Edo samurai in the Taiga drama.

After saying this, he rolled up the newspaper on the table and pretended it was a samurai sword worn at his waist, posing in a rather exaggerated manner.

The surrounding policemen burst into laughter. Seeing this, the middle-aged policeman straightened his chest, pressed his helmet with his palm, and shouted in a serious tone, "As you command! I will go and investigate the situation in the city and protect the safety of Kyoto!"

He turned around dramatically, pretending to hold a knife while walking like a warrior, with his legs moving forward and backward in small, unsteady steps. The other policemen laughed so hard at this.

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The market was bustling these past two days. Even the cold wind blowing through the narrow streets couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the people preparing for the New Year. The market floor was slick and damp from the hustle and bustle of pedestrians, the mud reflecting the thin winter sunlight. The air was filled with the aroma of fresh produce, mingled with the sweetness of street food.

Ryosuke and Twenty Faces were currently standing in front of a seafood store. Hanging on the doorway was a striking red sign with the words "Fresh tuna, cheap! Cheap! Actual cheap!" written in sloppy calligraphy.

The handwriting, though simple, stood out amid the constant flow of people. Fresh fish were neatly stacked in wooden barrels in front of the shop: tuna, salmon, and flounder were arranged in an orderly fashion, their scales reflecting a silvery white light in the weak winter light.

Ryosuke stood beside Twenty-Faced Man, his hands in his coat pockets, but his eyes kept looking around.

"What are you looking at?" Twenty Faces patted Ryosuke's head, his tone teasing. "You're so sneaky, I thought you were a wanted criminal from somewhere."

Ryosuke was taken aback by the photo, and an awkward smile appeared on his face. "Just taking a closer look..." He replied in a low voice, unconsciously pulling his hand out of his pocket, not knowing where to put it, and finally putting it back awkwardly.

Seeing this, Twenty Faces shook his head. He returned his attention to the sturdy tuna before him. Its body lay peacefully on the ice in the bucket, its scales gleaming silvery-white. He gently ran his fingers over the fish's surface, feeling the texture of the scales. The cold touch on his fingertips made him frown slightly.

"How about this one?" Twenty Faces tilted his head slightly and asked Ryosuke beside him.

"Ah, I don't know the answer to that question..." Ryosuke scratched his head, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. He hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to reach for the tuna in the bucket. Just as his hand was about to touch the fish, the tuna suddenly lashed out with its tail, sending a splash of water everywhere. Startled, Ryosuke instinctively pulled his hand back, his fingers frozen in mid-air for a moment before dropping helplessly.