Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

As the magical energy seeped in, the night in Kyoto grew heavier. An indescribable coldness and dead silence seemed to permeate the air. Unusual phenomena began to appear near the earth veins. The once silent streets were suddenly enveloped by a strange chill, and the temperature plummeted.

Driven by this magical force, some spiritual sites with strong psychic influences began spontaneously performing spirit séances. Ghosts and demons that usually lurked in the shadows now gradually emerged from these sites, wandering and lingering like strange figures emerging from the abyss.

At the same time, inside the Ninomaru Palace.

"General, General..." The silence of the main hall was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps. Fujiwara no Shigenobu, his face filled with anxiety, rushed into the main hall. The "Ori-singing floorboards" beneath his feet made a series of sharp creaking sounds, a piercing sound that made Tokugawa Ieyasu frown.

His voice was hurried and his face was pale. However, even in this critical moment, he bowed before kneeling before Tokugawa Ieyasu. Before he could regain his breath, he whispered, "The earth veins are out of control."

Tokugawa Ieyasu remained seated on the tatami, his expression as calm as ever, unconcerned with the urgent news before him. He raised his eyelids, his gaze resting calmly on Fujiwara no Shigenobu, awaiting his next words.

"The spiritual land has begun to spontaneously summon various spirits, and their strength is constantly increasing." Fujiwara Shigenobu swallowed and continued, "Although the ones that have appeared now are just some ordinary small spirits, I am worried..."

"Ah, then go and serve the tempura first." Tokugawa Ieyasu waved his hand gently, interrupting Fujiwara Shigenobu's words, "I understand."

Fujiwara no Shigenobu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly what Tokugawa Ieyasu said.

"But……"

"Just leave it alone," Tokugawa Ieyasu yawned disapprovingly, "Go away."

"General, you can't..." Fujiwara Shigeki was extremely anxious and couldn't help but speak again, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

"Okay, bring the fried tempura over first," Tokugawa Ieyasu glanced at Fujiwara Shigenobu, "It won't cause any trouble."

"Yes..." Fujiwara Shigenobu hesitated for a long time, but finally chose to leave.

"Is it finally time to take action? Without any prior notice..." He muttered to himself. As he thought about it, he scratched his head unconsciously, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened. "No, now we don't even know who the other party is."

"Neither of us knew who the other was, but we knew there would be action. It felt a bit strange."

"You said that the Edo Shogunate's Red-armed Army fought against the One Hundred Demons Night Parade. Was the noise big enough?" Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly asked the young man beside him. The strange thing was that the young man had been following Tokugawa Ieyasu all the time, but neither Fujiwara Shigenobu nor the Twenty Faces noticed his presence.

"If it's really the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons from the Heian Period, then forget it. We can't defeat it." The boy thought for a moment and said, "But now, even if I use the ley lines, my spiritual power can only summon some shadowy things."

"That's about right," Tokugawa Ieyasu said with a smile, "By the way, how many Servants have you eliminated now?"

The young man lowered his head slightly, as if recalling something. "Hattori Hanzo said that Berserker has been cooked into... scallion tuna..." He frowned, as if trying to recall the contents of Hattori Hanzo's report. "He should have left. Yagyu Munenori went to deal with Saber, and then Amagata Michitsugu went to deal with Rider..."

"Wait, what did Tong Gang take?" Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly interrupted with a hint of alertness in his voice.

"Uh, Seishu Muramasa..." The boy answered hesitantly, obviously aware of the special nature of this knife.

"Hey, hey, hey, didn't I tell you not to use that thing?!" Tokugawa Ieyasu immediately frowned, his tone full of dissatisfaction, "Why is it Muramasa? It's so unlucky."

To put it simply, the Muramasa sword may be effective in special attacks against the Tokugawa family.

Tokugawa Ieyasu's grandfather was hacked to death with a sword from Sengo Muramasa, Tokugawa Ieyasu's father was also hacked to death with a sword from Muramasa, he himself was also injured by the sword from Muramasa, and the sword used by his son when he was assassinated by Amakata Michitsuna was also Muramasa.

Simply put, Muramasa's series of swords killed Tokugawa Ieyasu's grandfather and his father with one blow, and then not only injured Tokugawa Ieyasu but also killed his son with one blow.

So even he himself thought that "the Muramasa sword was a demon that specifically harmed the Tokugawa family", and thus destroyed all the Muramasa swords in the shogunate, which directly led to the previous inscribed swords Muramasa being changed into uninscribed swords.

It was precisely because he felt that Muramasa was unlucky that he allowed the Twenty Faces to steal this thing from the Fujiwara family.

——Because the inscription on the oldest existing Muramasa sword is Fujiwara no Muramasa, which is the one collected by Fujiwara no Shigenobu.

"But that is actually your Noble Phantasm..."

"Do you want me to chop myself?!"

"Temple of the Gods did manifest as Berserker," the young man added awkwardly. He pondered for a moment, then continued hesitantly, "His current mental state appears to be in a state of madness, brought on by extreme grief after his kaishakunin. Perhaps he will actually kill you."

“…” Tokugawa Ieyasu was silent.

"Ah, never mind. After he's done with Rider, just remember to take the sword back and destroy it. He won't be short of a Noble Phantasm." Tokugawa Ieyasu sighed helplessly, waved his hand, and changed the subject. "So, no additional Servants were found?"

"So far, we haven't lured out a single one," the boy said after thinking for a moment. "Maybe the noise isn't big enough?"

"Huh? Forget it, let's get rid of all the other known Servants first." Tokugawa Ieyasu sighed and said, "I must do my best to repay the life-saving grace that I failed to repay during my lifetime."

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Actually, the content of this chapter was originally intended to be spread over three or four chapters, but it was a bit too long, so after revision, it was concentrated in one chapter.

It may be a little lacking in foreshadowing, but it should be logically coherent, and the foreshadowing has been well utilized.

This also explains why I placed this Holy Grail War in 1999, because the historical nodes are fixed once every century, and only people born in that era can decide the next "quantum record fixed belt" to visit. Interference from the past and the future cannot affect the "quantum record fixed belt".

This is also why Schrödinger did not directly interfere with the protagonist. If the interference was too obvious, it would also be repaired. This will be mentioned again later. At the same time, I will use the setting of the basic human law to reveal one reason why scientists have not yet made public their research on the mystery.

But the protagonist is a little special, and this is hinted at by Tokugawa Ieyasu.

Because there are too many things to express, I feel dizzy when writing. Sorry.

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Volume 29: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without a Nagging Message: . Sniper

Xing Qingyu walked quickly through the garage, his footsteps echoing rapidly on the concrete floor. The dim light stretched his figure into a narrow space, lost in the cluttered shadows surrounding the garage. The garage was spacious, but filled with various instruments, making it seem a bit cramped. The floor was smooth and cold, reflecting a dim light. Cables scattered across the floor like silent snakes, winding their way to the newly activated refrigeration unit in the corner. Its silvery-white metal shell reflected the faint glow of the lights above the garage, and traces of new oil still clung to its surface, giving it a mechanical air. The air was filled with the faint smell of coolant, the cold, hard metal accentuated by the silence. In the center of the garage, the DC superconducting quantum interferometer stood quietly. It was not large in size, but it was the core of the entire space, surrounded by its supporting sensors, amplifiers, and display devices. Several thin wires extended from the main body of the quantum interferometer, connecting to the instruments in various corners. The metallic texture of the wires shimmered slightly, and the cold lines on the surface of the instrument made people feel a little uneasy.

Every instrument in the garage stood silently, the air filled with the faint hum of electricity, accompanied by the low hum of refrigeration units and the gentle ticking of quantum interferometer sensors. Everything operated calmly and precisely, but this mechanical indifference made the garage seem particularly cold.

In the corner stood an old fan, its blades covered in dust. On the workbench nearby, scattered sheets of scrap paper lay scattered, the ink still wet. The chair beside the table tilted slightly. Xing Qingfu had just sat there, conducting his daily research. He had just finished assembling the equipment this morning, and it was ready to use this evening.

——He didn't even need any instruments, his own senses could sense the changes in the magical environment in the air. He subconsciously activated the instrument to start recording data, but immediately realized that the magic field covering the Kyoto veins at this moment was highly similar to the magic field constructed by the summoning array he used in London.

Xing Qingfu instantly understood the purpose of the magic field constructed by the spirit.

He hesitated for a moment. Continuing to observe this magical field in the garage would undoubtedly yield valuable data, perhaps even a breakthrough. This powerful magical field phenomenon perfectly aligned with his research on spirits.

——But such a large-scale strong magic field will also lead to spontaneous spirit phenomena, especially in Kyoto, a land with no shortage of spiritual places and mediums. He can imagine what will happen outside with his butt.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed, put down the equipment in his hand, and quickly left the garage.

There were too many coincidences, too many indeed. Xing Qingfeng thought silently, if it had been according to the original plan, the STM (Scanning Tunneling Microscope) should have been placed here, but the STM was not suitable for the current phenomenon—

It was more suitable for observing a single magnet under the influence of magic. If the advance letter hadn't precisely specified the microscope he wanted, which hadn't arrived yet, he wouldn't have changed his plans and ordered a superconducting quantum interference device that could accurately measure tiny magnetic field changes.

Although the phenomena studied ultimately lead to the same conclusion, the environments used are very different.

——This is such a coincidence, just like a chain of dominoes that led me to my current situation. The temporary change of plan happened to be the instrument that suited its applicable environment. I had just assembled the refrigeration equipment in the morning, but it came in handy in the evening, and its observation target happened to be what I was pursuing.

Xing Qingfeng was no fool. The situation before him could almost be said to be entirely a matter of coincidence. Of course, it could also be said that he was lucky enough to have triggered several low-probability events in succession.

——Xing Qingyu never thought that he was very lucky. After all, the only time he got lucky was the moment before he crossed over, and he had never encountered it before.

Xing Qingyu stood in the yard, a chilly wind sweeping through the air, bringing a biting chill to his bones. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the chaotic thoughts in his mind were still difficult to calm. He took out his cell phone, and the flip cover made a slight "click" sound, and the screen lit up, showing the time -

It was nine o'clock in the evening. It was still far from midnight, and there were undoubtedly many Kyoto residents strolling leisurely through the streets and visiting the night market.

He had intended to call Emiya Kiritsugu to check in, but just as he pressed the dial button, his phone screen flickered, and then the signal disappeared completely. The strong magnetic field surrounding him had begun to interfere with electronic devices. Xing Qingfeng sighed and gazed at the dark night sky. On the distant skyline, faint flashes of brilliant light appeared.

It is impossible for such a celestial phenomenon to occur in Japan. It is not a natural phenomenon, but is affected by the magic field. The magnetic field strength is strong enough to ionize ions in the high altitude, which produces an effect similar to the aurora.

He couldn't just ignore it. If this was truly a gift from fate, one of his few strokes of luck, then he could only consider it a joke of fate. If that series of coincidences was orchestrated, then his best course of action would coincide with actually investigating the cause of the magnetic field and curbing it.

In his heart, he was actually a little reluctant to leave the garage, but he did not stop. He picked up the oscilloscope thrown beside the workbench and walked out. When he was about to leave the yard——

——He ran into Schrödinger who had just returned and was gently wiping the lens in his hand with a handkerchief.

"Mr. Schrödinger!" Xing Qingfu's eyes lit up and he shouted quickly.

"It just so happens that you should have noticed the current situation, right?" Xing Qingyu said anxiously, walking straight towards him without stopping. "The situation is urgent, there is no time to explain too much. Anyway, I need your help to operate the equipment and collect data."

Schrodinger stopped wiping his glasses and looked up at Xing Qingjiu. "Do you really trust me to help you?" He said in a calm tone, with a hint of ridicule, "I'm just a guy from my hometown thirty years ago. How can I do this for you?"

"You are Erwin Schrödinger," Xing Qingfeng nodded slightly to Schrödinger. "That alone is enough."

After saying that, Xing Qingyu hurriedly left the courtyard with the oscilloscope.

"Really..." Schrödinger muttered to himself, then put on his glasses and stepped into the garage filled with cold equipment. "Then I hope I didn't trust the wrong person."

Schrödinger walked into the garage, the light slowly sweeping around him, looking at the instruments scattered around. The dim light hung down from above his head, projecting onto the metal surfaces of various equipment, reflecting faint spots of light.

He slowly walked over to the SQUID instrument, stretched out his hand, and gently slid his fingertips across its cool metal surface. The metal felt slightly cool beneath his fingers, a chill that spread throughout his body, a reminder of the complexity and high technology of the device before him. He stood beside the instrument, squinting slightly as he observed the data flickering on the display.

Subtle magnetic field fluctuations rippled across the screen like water, exhibiting an extremely orderly yet intense change. The numbers on the screen jumped rapidly and chaotically, far exceeding the range of a normal magnetic field. It was obvious that the magic field was causing anomalies in the air.

"This is really great stuff," Schrödinger said, sorting out the data files a bit. "I'm a little reluctant to leave working here."

Then, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the silver-white casing of the refrigeration unit. The low hum of the refrigerator echoed throughout the garage. Icy air flowed silently through the pipes, the air temperature gradually dropping as the equipment ran, seeping into Schrödinger's clothes. His old suit jacket barely blocked the chill. He shuddered and shook his head slightly.

"Oh, forget it. I won't be the one who feels bad anyway." He smiled self-deprecatingly and turned his gaze to the scattered draft papers and notebooks in the corner of the garage.

Xing Qingjiu had the same idea when he requisitioned Kenneth's magic furnace. Now the situation has changed.

Schrödinger pulled his watch from his pocket and checked the time. He then turned away from work, heading towards the scattered pile of draft papers. He picked up the manuscripts Xing Qingfeng had left behind one by one. The pages were filled with complex formulas and experimental data, their handwriting so messy it almost looked like it had a built-in encryption.

He carefully stacked the drafts and notebooks neatly together, then found a cardboard box, stuffed all the manuscripts and records he could find into it, and walked down to the basement with them. His footsteps echoed softly on the concrete floor, and silence returned to the garage.

A moment later, Schrödinger returned to the garage, holding a blank notebook. He gently opened the cover and stood quietly in front of the instrument, staring down at the flickering screen.

Although he was fully aware of the characteristics of the magical field permeating the air, he chose to stare at the data jumping on the sensor, his hands constantly calculating in his notebook. As time passed, the records in the notebook became more and more dense.

Suddenly, he touched his neck.

"Oops, I took the bait."

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Kyoto Supertall Building

Night fell quietly, the lights of Kyoto stretched across the horizon, cars were constantly flowing on the streets, and the sky above was free of snow, covered with a thick layer of clouds that made it almost impossible to breathe.

The man stood on the rooftop of a skyscraper, overlooking the entire city. His sleek battle suit clung to his muscular frame, covered in countless pieces of equipment. Several daggers tucked into his waistband, their silver blades gleaming in the dim light. The outline of a pistol peeked faintly from his holster on the other side.

Over his black combat uniform, he wore a large red cloak that concealed his figure. The hood of the cloak was pulled very low, almost covering his entire face. Only the lower half of his face, hidden by the black cloth, could be vaguely seen.

He set up a CheyTac M200 on the edge of the rooftop, carefully adjusting the rifle, the barrel silently pointed into the distance. The city below him looked as small as a miniature model in his view.

Without a spotter to assist, he had to complete the relevant operations on his own. He deftly operated the rangefinder, gently placing the anemometer beside it, occasionally looking up to observe the changing wind direction. The wind swept through the tall buildings from a distance. Although there were no falling snowflakes, the air was tinged with a faint chill.

The wind on the rooftop still blew. The shadows of neon lights in the distance flickered faintly in his sight. The sniper scope had locked onto a target nearly 1,500 meters away: a garage in a small courtyard. His tight black combat uniform blended seamlessly with the night, making him look like a ghost in the darkness.

He crouched on the edge of the rooftop, the hem of his red cloak fluttering slightly in the wind, clinging to the cold concrete floor. His hand firmly gripped the CheyTac M200 sniper rifle, his fingertips lightly sliding across the cold barrel.

The garage scene through the sniper scope magnified before his eyes. Under the dim light, a figure was moving back and forth. Schrödinger's figure appeared and disappeared among the machinery and instruments, the light reflected by the metal faint but dazzling enough.

The man's gaze was calm and composed; as a Servant, he didn't need to breathe. Schrödinger was approaching the SQUID, looking down at the screen. The green data flickered, and in that instant, the sniper's aim adjusted accordingly. Through the scope, he could clearly see Schrödinger's fingers gently sliding across the metal surface of the instrument, the cold metal reflecting the light, creating a faint pinprick of light.

The wind blew gently across the rooftop, his cloak fluttering slightly in the wind, but the muzzle of the gun remained motionless. He observed every detail of Schrödinger, from the moment he put down the draft paper to the moment he picked up the tool, as if waiting for the perfect opportunity to kill him with a single blow.

Schrödinger turned slightly, his back facing the depths of the garage. He folded his hands on the console, staring at the numbers dancing on the screen. The sniper knew this was the perfect moment. His fingertips applied pressure, and the metallic feel of the trigger was felt. The aim locked onto Schrödinger's heart. Distance, wind speed, humidity, trajectory, and so on all surfaced in his mind, all merging into a single, precise point.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"boom!"

A finger lightly pressed the trigger, and with a muffled, low sound, the bullet was instantly propelled out of the barrel by the explosive force of the gunpowder. A faint flash of fire flashed from the muzzle, and was instantly swallowed by the wind. Everything around seemed to be temporarily obscured by the sound of the gunshot.

"Whoosh!"

——A low sound of breaking through the air sounded almost at the same time as the gunshot. A pitch-black flying kunai appeared as quickly as a ghost, almost unaffected by gravity, and flew towards the bullet that had just been fired with incredible precision. Its speed was so fast that it was imperceptible. Before the sniper could react, the kunai had accurately intercepted the bullet.

"Ding--"

A crisp crash echoed through the air as the kunai sliced through the side of the bullet at an incredible angle. The powerful impact sent the bullet spinning rapidly in the air, deviating from its original trajectory. The pitch-black flying kunai continued to twirl in the air before silently disappearing into the darkness.

The sniper's body reacted instinctively upon hearing the movement. He quickly rolled away from his mounted sniper rifle, the edge of his cloak casting a vivid red shadow in the darkness. Simultaneously, his hand had already swiftly drawn his Calico M950 from his waist. Without a moment's hesitation, the sniper rolled to his feet with supreme skill, unleashing a rapid burst of fire from his fully automatic submachine gun, equipped with a large-capacity drum magazine. Bullets whistled through the night air with a piercing shriek, raining down into the darkness behind him.

—A kunai flew silently out of the darkness again, slicing through the air like a ghost, shooting down his bullets one after another. Each bullet was intercepted accurately by the kunai mid-air, emitting a series of crisp clatters. The bullets spun and flew away, carrying with them the lingering scent of gunpowder, deviating from their original trajectory and finally falling powerlessly to the ground with a subtle sound of metallic impact.

"Domo, the guardian of the restraining force = san," Hattori Hanzo, wearing a dark blue ninja uniform, slowly walked out of the darkness, clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the other party, "Hattori Hanzo Desu."

"I have come here on the orders of Lord Ieyasu to take your life. ⑵邻罢|午铃咎彡陸诌&"

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There's no need to mention the name of the guardian of restraint here.

It's time to recycle the foreshadowing. Recycle all the foreshadowing that should be reclaimed in this volume, then arrange the battles and characters, and this volume can be quickly concluded.

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Volume 30: The Quiet Kyoto Holy Grail War: . Assassin Kiritsugu, the Magician Slayer

In the Kyoto, Super Tall Building, in the span of just five seconds, a series of merciless Assassin-to-Assassin clashes unfolded. For the benefit of readers who lack the kinetic vision of a Servant, and for those whose NRS is triggered by Mortal's first encounter with the profusion of Ninja-like language (unaccustomed to the Ninja-like language), I'll recreate this battle in slow motion.

The cold wind whistled in the man's ears like a sharp blade. The night sky was starless, the entire city shrouded in a gloomy twilight. The tall buildings in the distance shone brightly, but on this deserted rooftop, only the wind and murderous intent flowed silently. The man stood at the edge of the rooftop, his figure lost in the darkness. He ignored Hattori Hanzo's greeting. With a flick of his wrist, a dagger flashed from his waist, and with a flash of cold light, he threw it straight at Hattori Hanzo's face.

The dagger made a low sound of breaking through the air, and it was extremely fast, going straight for the throat.

In Hattori Hanzo's eyes, no matter how merciless the fighting between ninjas was, greetings between ninjas were undoubtedly etiquette that could not be ignored. This was also recorded in the Kojiki.

——And the Assassin class, in Hattori Hanzo's eyes, is completely equivalent to Ninja. Therefore, a man throwing a dagger when Hattori Hanzo saluted was undoubtedly the ultimate disrespect!

"How rude!" If it was an inexperienced ninja, he would have probably lost his composure when facing the man's sneak attack!