Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"—At a crucial moment, they confused the time here, making it appear to be hundreds of years ago. And I suspect that this place hundreds of years ago was the beginning of a tiny singularity."

"At the same time, it will utilize the earth's veins to construct a spirit field, thereby launching a large-scale spirit summoning operation throughout Kyoto." Schrödinger shook his head. "So far, although I understand its principles, I have no idea why it is done this way."

"Until I learned about my Master's topic."

"Only then did I understand the creator's intentions," Schrödinger said. "I placed my bet entirely on the man named Xing Qingjiu, betting that he could decipher the constructed spiritual field and solve its mystery."

"By then, the entire Holy Grail War will be completed, and the repair of past minor singularities will be carried out under the watchful eyes of human reason and restraint. The key to repairing singularities is the cracking of the spirit field, which will be recorded along with it in the quantum fixed belt of the 20th century—"

"—In other words, the incident in which my Master cracked the spirit field will be firmly nailed into history as the key point of this Holy Grail War."

"Oh, I see," Hattori Hanzo nodded thoughtfully, "As the saying goes, if your house is on fire, even a thief won't easily discover it."

"If it only existed in manuscripts and was not published, then the solution to the mystery would not be preserved as a part of history. It would only quietly wait for the passage of time until the mystery was solved and then have a chance to see the light of day again."

"But this time is different. This event will be remembered in history as a symbol of the unveiling of the spirit, and it means that human reason will inevitably develop in the direction of the mystery being unveiled in advance."

"The nail is right in front of me, and all it needs is someone to hammer it—"

"—The entire ritual requires the construction of a macroscopic quantum state, and the device itself doesn't have that capability. It's practically asking me by name for help, like hammering a nail into the machine."

"I don't know who did it, and I don't know whether he chose the future in the past or chose history in the future," Schrödinger said. "But the only thing I know is that I am at the critical juncture of history's choice—"

"——And I believe in that person's ability. Since he chose me to complete this decision, I also believe in his choice. He is betting on me and my Master, so I will bet on him, betting that his choice will not trigger the "pruning phenomenon."

"Even if you don't know each other?" Hattori Hanzo was still confused.

"Because I am Erwin Schrödinger," Schrödinger's voice was now filled with unshakable confidence, "that person believed in my talent, and I believe in my vision and judgment—"

"—Without me, no one else in the world would be able to propose the Schrödinger equation without any foundation." Schrödinger said proudly, "Remember, I am a genius second only to Mr. Einstein."

"I couldn't do something in life, but now I have the chance to do it again," Schrödinger shook his head. "It's like Flitsch suddenly telling me one day that he has decided to elope with me. How could I resist?"

"How could I possibly bear it..."

"I still have some..."

"Okay, if you don't understand, then don't understand. Didn't you just want to ask if there was anything you needed my help with?" Schrödinger said impatiently. Then he suddenly changed his tone and said with a playful look, "Then take me to the nightclub."

"I want to spend my last moments doing the most wonderful things in life."

Hattori Hanzo was stunned for a moment, then a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes: "Oh... Could this be the legendary Peony Flower, who died and became a ghost?!" He seemed to instantly understand Schrödinger's meaning, and his tone was filled with admiration, "The actual hero is lustful! I understand, I'll take you there right away. But do you have enough time?"

"If I use all my strength to maintain my existence," Schrödinger smiled, his figure flashing violently again, "I can still maintain this for about fifty minutes. How about that?"

"With great pleasure! I'll escort you to the nearest Kabukicho right away." Hattori Hanzo responded excitedly, "Schrödinger=san, practically romantic!"

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Although it looks like a persecution of Schrödinger in the end, I think the logic of the writing is actually smooth (

Schrödinger was once considered a true lover. Flitsch Kraus was his first love, and they were even engaged, but their marriage was separated by her parents. Ultimately, Schrödinger never fell in love with a woman of high status again. Flitsch never forgot Schrödinger, and on his 70th birthday, he wrote a long poem for him.

Surprisingly, although Schrödinger dated almost all women he knew, he and his first wife actually lived together until old age.

Therefore, in this article, I use Flitsch's elopement as a metaphor to express Schrödinger's irresistible mood when he saw this lost opportunity. It is also because Schrödinger mentioned this sad thing for him that he turned to go to the nightclub to "change his mood"

Originally, this kind of thing should not be explained by the author, but if you don’t know enough about Schrödinger’s love history, you won’t be able to understand Schrödinger’s mood change here. If it is stuffed into the main text, it will seem too superficial and take up too much space, so this is the only way, sorry!

That's about it. Although it was a bit hasty, Schrödinger's logic of action has been explained clearly. Talent alone is enough to trust the other party. It is precisely because of the belief in the other party's talent that one believes that the other party cannot tolerate the current world.

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Volume 39: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without a Nagging Message: . The End of the Shinsengumi

"You mean... it's almost resolved?"

Not long ago, Sharma and Karna were rushing along the road to Nijo Castle. The air was filled with the chill of the winter night, and the ancient streets of Kyoto seemed exceptionally quiet. Only the sound of distant artillery fire echoed in the night sky, like broken thunder, intermittent.

Although they were walking quickly, as they passed the banks of the Kamogawa River, Sharma suddenly stopped, and Karna also stopped. Their eyes fell on the figure by the river at the same time.

On the riverbank, Xing Qingfeng stood by the stone embankment, moonlight streaming down his body, making his figure appear slender and blurry. His fingers gently traced the air, and the river, under his control, shone with an eerie silver light.

"That will take about ten minutes. I wouldn't dare rush things like this." Xing Qingyu yawned and replied to Sharma, "But the spiritual field covering Kyoto should be fine."

"That's good..." Sharma breathed a sigh of relief. "It was the same when we first met. You always gave me a better answer before I did."

"I just have enough information." Xing Qingyu waved his hand nonchalantly, as if responding to his compliment. Then, his gaze turned to the distance, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he said, "Oh, you're going to that city, right?"

Sharma followed his gaze. The outline of Nijo Castle in the distance loomed in the night, but the tower, emitting an eerie glow, was clearly visible, like a giant lantern hanging in the night sky. The occasional sound of artillery fire echoed in the air, as if threatening to tear the city apart at any moment.

"The only unknown thing now is that place," Xing Qingfu said lightly, raising his finger slightly and pointing in the direction of Nijo Castle, "I can sense a very strong source of magic there. I suspect that the cause of all this is related to that thing. But I can't get away now-"

"--I really don't feel comfortable letting this thing act on its own." He said, pointing to the Kamogawa River below.

Karna looked down at the river. The mercury-like ripples shimmered in the moonlight, like silver snakes wriggling through the water. The water flowing through the Kamogawa River was no longer pure water, but mercury transformed into a magical conductor.

"If we're not careful, the whole of Kyoto will be poisoned by mercury."

"Your Servant is probably the strongest in this Holy Grail War." Xing Qingqiu turned his gaze towards Karna. "Based on what I know about you, I can trust you more."

Xing Qingfu thought about it, but still didn't say the thing about the paranoid person in the Law and Politics Department in the Clock Tower legend.

"I'll go there naturally without your permission." Sharma nodded. "Now that there's such a big commotion, it must be stopped immediately. This completely violates the first principle of mystery. Is this the only thing that happens in the Holy Grail War?!"

Xing Qingfu chuckled and looked up at the night sky. The sound of artillery fire was still incessant, and Nijo Castle in the distance was particularly conspicuous in the glow.

"Hmm... the glow, and the sound of gunfire, can actually be explained as a New Year's Eve fireworks display," he said casually. "As for the impact... well, let's just say it was a gas explosion."

Xing Qingyu scratched his head and thought about the Holy Grail War he had participated in that year. Suddenly, he felt that this Holy Grail War was nothing special.

At least they didn't blow up a pier and turn it into some Kyoto Lake.

Sharma was about to push his wheelchair (the battery was out, so he had to crank it manually) away from the riverbank. A slight chill hung in the air, and Karna stood quietly behind him, ready to push the wheelchair at any moment. But just as they were about to leave, a soft cry came from behind them.

"By the way," Xing Qingfeng suddenly said, "Have you used up the elixir I gave you earlier?"

"I still have one last one," Xing Qingqi pulled out a test tube from his pocket. In the transparent glass tube, the bright red liquid shimmered with an alluring luster under the dim light. "Take it as a backup."

"then you……"

"Oh, the reason I left the last one is because I don't usually need it. I used it for practice," Xing Qingfeng saw Sharma's doubts, "I usually drink it."

"The one I gave you before was blueberry flavored, and this one is tomato flavored."

"I understand," Sharma nodded. Without saying anything more, he carefully put the test tube away and turned to Karna, saying, "Let's go."

Karna nodded silently without saying anything, pushing his wheelchair toward the distant street. Their figures gradually faded away under the silver light of the riverbank, blending into the Kyoto night.

"Although I've wanted to complain about this for a long time," Xing Qingfeng watched Sharma leave, "I really want to play on Otto's meme, but in this day and age, even if I did, no one would pick up on it. Sigh..."

Just as he sighed softly, his gaze suddenly shifted, fixed on a hedge hidden in the shadows. "...Whoever's over there, aren't you planning on coming out?" His tone was filled with a hint of alertness and provocation. "They've been exposed."

The previously silent darkness between the shadowy hedges seemed to be ripped apart by these words, and a tall figure slowly emerged. He was a burly figure, wearing a pair of black sunglasses. His features were hard-lined, his gaze piercing. Even with the sunglasses obscuring his gaze, he still exuded a powerful sense of oppression. His black suit was well-cut, with broad shoulders. The neat cuffs revealed a piece of his clean white shirt. The center of his tie prominently displayed the Tokugawa family crest.

"...I am Ii Naomasa." The man bowed slowly, his voice steady and powerful.

With this movement, the air around him seemed to tremble slightly, and spirit energy surged towards him like water, gathering around him. In an instant, a set of red armor gradually solidified and took shape on his body. The bright red armor was engraved with exquisite patterns, the shoulder armor was thick and heavy, and the chest was emblazoned with the Tokugawa family crest.

Xing Qingyu always felt that this looked like some kind of Kamen Rider transformation.

"I am here to protect you on the orders of my lord."

"Protect me?" Xing Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly. "Who is your master?"

"It's Tokugawa Ieyasu, the Archer of this Holy Grail War," Ii Naomasa replied calmly, his gaze steady. "The Lord noticed you were attempting to resolve the crisis looming over Kyoto, but wasn't sure how to assist. He was concerned you might be attacked by the mastermind behind this, so he sent me to secretly protect you."

"You... are a Servant, right?" Xing Qingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully examining Ii Naomasa, and asked word by word, "Is this an illegal summon?"

"This is not against the rules." Ii Naomasa raised his hand and gently adjusted the shoulder strap of his armor. He replied calmly, "It is my lord's Noble Phantasm. He summoned the Red Armored Army that once served him in Kyoto. I was merely summoned as their commander."

"Were you responsible for the unusual movement in the Kyoto veins a few days ago?" Xing Qingfu continued to ask.

"Yes, that's the warm-up before the Noble Phantasm is deployed. The unconscious Red-armored Army will not cause harm to ordinary people. You should have noticed it before." Ii Naomasa explained expressionlessly, his words precise and logical.

Xing Qingqiu's eyes dropped slightly, lost in thought. Ii Naomasa's answer was logical and flawless, as if everything was logically controlled and flawless. However, Xing Qingqiu's intuition vaguely felt that something was wrong.

After a brief silence, Ii Naomasa suddenly spoke up and asked, "However, there is one thing I don't understand. How did you become aware of my presence?"

"With Hattori-kun's superb ninjutsu, you shouldn't have noticed it."

"When Master Lancer approached me just now, you moved a little," Xing Qingqiu replied casually. "Also, wearing a suit and sunglasses and hiding in the shadows at night is really too conspicuous."

"Although I'm concentrating all my attention on this water vein, it's still possible to spare some time to observe the surroundings."

"This is clearly the best outfit for modern lurking..." Ii Naomasa's face showed a subtle sense of helplessness. "Based on what I saw in the movie, it should be the most reasonable."

"What movie did you see?"

"It seems to be called something... 007?"

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The roar of artillery fire was deafening, the very air seemed to tremble with the blasts. The air was thick with the fiery smoke of gunpowder, and the night sky shimmered crimson from the constant explosions. The streets had been completely torn apart by the artillery fire, the ground cracked, the stone slabs shattered, and the dust and rubble stirred up by the explosions rushed towards the Shinsengumi like huge waves.

The buildings on both sides were crumbling under the continuous bombardment, the walls were covered with cracks, and the roof tiles fell from a height one after another, shattering on the dusty streets. Every step of the Shinsengumi was forced to move with difficulty by the distant artillery fire, but they could not see the enemy Servants at all, and they only knew that the artillery fire came from the distant Nijo Castle.

There is no way to retreat, and the road ahead is also blocked by artillery fire. Moving forward is the only option.

The walls of Nijo Castle stood like a steel fortress at the other end of the battlefield, and at this moment, rows of huge national bomb cannons were densely packed on the walls.

Each Guobeng Cannon's base was secured by four massive steel supports, deeply embedded in the cracks between the stone bricks of the city wall, ensuring perfect stability during firing. The surface of the barrel was covered in the mottled marks of time, and the thick black iron casing gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the afterglow of the explosion.

The shells whizzed through the sky, the air trembled with the roar of the explosion, the buildings on the streets collapsed in an instant, and the huge flames devoured everything like the flames of hell.

In the glow of the fire, an elderly samurai stood quietly on the high platform of Nijo Castle. His figure remained upright, but the wear and tear of time had etched a slight stoop in his back. While his legs remained steady, his shoulders slumped slightly, revealing the ageing man's undeniable age. In his hand, he clutched an extremely large Japanese spear, its shaft mottled with scratches. The spear, almost as tall as he was, seemed incredibly heavy.

The metal surface of the armor gleamed in the firelight. Although the surface was already covered with traces of time, with scratches and wear everywhere, the Tokugawa family crest on the chest was still clear and eye-catching. The wind blew up from the distant artillery fire, ruffling the old man's drooping gray hair.

"Otomo-kun, do you want me to get off?" The old man's face was sunken, his eyes slightly cloudy from years of fighting and the frost of the weather, as if covered with a layer of hazy gray. He half-closed his eyes, struggling to see through the thick smoke, trying to see the wide street in the distance covered by artillery fire. "I'm old, my eyesight is a little blurry."

The elderly man standing beside him, now masquerading as Ōtomo-kun, was equally striking, though his image was decidedly different from that of a samurai. A ring of graying hair still clung to his scalp, his bald head still adorned with a ring of gray. His face was crisscrossed with deep wrinkles, revealing the marks of time. His nose was high, and his eyes slightly sunken. While his gaze held a steely intensity, the fatigue and bags around his eyes betrayed his age.

A heavy silver cross hung around his neck, and a purple scarf embroidered with a conspicuous white cross pattern was draped across his chest. He wore a black robe and held a thick Bible in his hands. He looked nothing like a Servant from the Warring States Period.

——This person is Otomo Sorin.

"No need. Lord Ieyasu's order is to guard this place and deal with the Lancer in this Holy Grail War." Otomo Sorin's eyes fell on the Shinsengumi warriors in front who were constantly trying to break through.

In the afterglow of the gunfire, the old man's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes still half-closed, trying to see the distant street clearly through the smoke and firelight. He stretched his neck hard, but the wrinkles in his eyes seemed even deeper in the dim firelight.

"Aren't there a lot of Servants over there?" He said with a hint of helplessness, his hand gently pressing on the spear, trying to use the weapon to support his old body. In the end, he could only shake his head and sigh softly, "Oh, I still can't see clearly what's happening. Obviously, this distance was not a problem when I was young. Sigh..."

"Heh, they don't have the ability to advance long distances. If they want to get through, they can only force their way through my Kokubeng Cannon." Otomo Sorin's fingers slowly stroked the cross on his chest, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a contemptuous smile. "They are just a bunch of samurai with no armor and only swords. The Shimazu army couldn't even break through the defense line of my Kokubeng Cannon, so how can they break through?"

"If they really can break through my defenses," he shook his head slightly, his tone full of strong confidence, "I'd just commit seppuku. I'd be too embarrassed to face anyone."

"Is that so? That's good." The old man nodded noncommittally, then grinned broadly and leaned his spear against the nearby city wall. The heavy metal weapon made a dull clang against the bricks. He folded his hands over his chest and slowly closed his eyes, a carefree smile still on his lips. "Otomo-kun, I'm going to take a nap. Remember to wake me when that spearman arrives." He was completely unfazed by the chaos before him, instead finding a sense of peace amid the roar of artillery fire.

"Don't worry, not every samurai can be like you." Otomo Sorin did not look back, his eyes still fixed on the Shinsengumi samurai in front who were desperately trying to break through the artillery fire.

Every step the Shinsengumi took was suppressed by the artillery fire of the Kokubō Cannon. Flames continued to explode under their feet, stirring up gravel and dust like sand waves in a strong wind.

"Oh, them? I don't think they'll make it even one-tenth of the way. They'll die under my fire."

The old man's snoring soon reached his ears, mixed in with the roar of artillery fire, and seemed particularly clear, even a little leisurely.

"As expected of Honda Tadakatsu," Otomo Sorin sighed inwardly, "He can actually sleep in such an environment."

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Actually, I described Otomo Sorin's appearance based on Kotomine Risho's portrait (

In his later years, Ōtomo Sorin became absorbed in Catholicism and became widely known as a Catholic daimyo. He was also the first to introduce artillery to Japan. He dreamed of establishing a Catholic kingdom, but his dream was shattered after the Battle of Mimigawa.

As for Honda Tadakatsu, I did not choose to describe his youth, but chose his old age. Compared with his bravery in his youth, the old Honda Tadakatsu, who experienced fifty-seven battles without a scratch, must have more experience on the battlefield. I will also give the reasons for the combination of these two people later.

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Volume 40: The Not-So-Nagging Kyoto Holy Grail War: . How come my Servant transformed so suddenly after just going out?

Artillery fire exploded in the air, a deafening roar that threatened to tear the world apart. The sky was dyed a scarlet crimson, smoke and flames intertwined into a scene of devastation. Dust and debris flew in all directions, the air thick with the stench of burning, and the ground was already riddled with deep craters and cracks from the bombs. The Shinsengumi members moved among the rubble, their haori rustling in the wind amidst the dust and flames.

"This firepower is far superior to the new government forces at the Battle of Goryokaku! It's really annoying—" Hijikata Toshizo led the charge, his face devoid of fear, instead sporting a manic smile. His blade unsheathed, he roared, splitting the rubble in front of him: "Draw! Charge! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! This is it! The Shinsen!! Group!!!!"

He barely finished his words before he charged into the torrent of artillery fire again, his movements as swift as a tiger descending a mountain, his every blow slicing through flying debris and rubble.

"Really?" The man standing beside him effortlessly dodged the shockwaves of the explosion, as if the devastating scene had nothing to do with him. Despite Hijikata's final roar, the man still grasped the meaning and replied calmly, "It's a pity I died early and couldn't be with you to the end. The Shinsengumi will now be handed over to you."

"Kondo," the white-haired young man who followed closely behind Okita Souji suddenly spoke up, "I've always thought the haori you designed... well... how should I put it..." He said as he cleverly dodged the flying shrapnel. Suddenly, he raised his hand and used his scabbard to accurately knock down a tile flying towards Okita. His voice was still calm, "A bit old-fashioned."

"Ha..." Kondo Isami smiled helplessly and tightened his grip on the knife. "Forget about your opinion. Trusting your aesthetic will probably make everyone look like idiots."

"I, Wu Xin (short for Wu Zha Luo Xin Pachi, Wu Zha Luo means rash and reckless) should just swing my sword honestly."

"What?! What the hell do you mean by that?" the white-haired young man shouted in dissatisfaction. He brandished his sword, occasionally blocking flying debris and rubble for Okita. "Is it because I'm an idiot? How dare you say that!"

"Everyone, um, I might have to leave first..." A gentle, long-haired man standing not far away said softly, slightly pushing his glasses up. "I couldn't dodge the bombardment just now... This time... I shouldn't be considered running away, haha..."