Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

However, the Paradox Chalice detected an anomaly. Two identical objects from different timelines now existed simultaneously in the same space and time. The danger of a time paradox began to emerge, and the Paradox Chalice clearly did not intend to take such a risk.

——Just as Xing Qingyu took out the Uruk cup, the shadow in front of him suddenly collapsed, like a broken mirror, and instantly turned into countless tiny points of light and disappeared into the air.

"...Ah?" Xing Qingyu froze in place, his eyes glaring around him. The faint ripples of the Holy Grail's collapse still lingered in the air, but otherwise, the surroundings were completely silent.

His gaze darted around, searching the surroundings. The surrounding ruins lay quietly within the shattered remains of Nijo Castle, broken bricks and broken stone walls illuminated by the moonlight. However, no matter how carefully he searched, there was no trace of the Paradox Holy Grail.

Xing Qingyu looked at the Uruk cup in his hand. He was very sure that if he ignored the patterns on the shadow, it would at least look exactly the same as the Uruk cup in his hand.

"No, it's gone just like that?" Xing Qingyu stood there in a daze, looking at the ruins of Nijo Castle, which looked nothing unusual except for the ruins. "You ran away because you were afraid I might plagiarize, right?"

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Ok, the Holy Grail War is almost over, and the foreshadowing that should have been recovered in this volume has almost been recovered. At most, there will be two or three more chapters to inform the protagonist of the compilation of events and some arrangements for other characters.

In fact, the conditions for the answers to all the questions are already complete. It is better to say that the answers have already been given rather than that there are still foreshadowings that have not been resolved. The corresponding volume will only make the answers clear.

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By the way, I actually talked about this issue in the group before. I just wanted to ask if everyone is keeping the book in mind instead of giving up directly. As for follow-up reading, I said that I understand the problem with my writing style, so I usually wait for a while after finishing a volume for the current volume to grow. So I won’t give up on myself just because of a temporary drop in follow-up subscriptions, so you can rest assured.

Volume 47: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without Nagging: . Life will find its own way out, but there is no guarantee that it is not a dead end

Xing Qingfu stood in the ward. His slender figure, head bowed slightly, was dressed in a simple dark coat. The air in the ward was thick with the scent of disinfectant. The white walls and the cold light of the lamps made the room seem cold and drained of heat. On the two beds before him, on the left lay the heavily bandaged Emiya Kiritsugu, and on the right lay the frail Salma.

Emiya Kiritsugu on the left was almost wrapped in bandages like a mummy, with only a few facial features exposed. Although he was ordered by Schrödinger to be sent to Xing Qingpo, the Red Army wanted to carry him across half of Kyoto to Xing Qingpo on foot. Even if Emiya Kiritsugu did not die on the way, he would die. Therefore, he was sent to the hospital controlled by the Fujiwara family on the way to keep his life for the time being.

But when the doctors in the hospital saw this patient, they all looked puzzled after making the diagnosis, regardless of whether the Qi was related to the mystery or not, and felt it was quite difficult.

But after the doctors at the hospital finished their examinations and looked at Emiya Kiritsugu's report, their faces were as grim as if they were facing the members-only gourmet Tokugawa and the shrine. Whether they were experts familiar with the mysterious world or ordinary medical staff, they all thought that Emiya Kiritsugu's survival was a miracle, and that the entire hospital could win a Nobel Prize in Medicine from him.

——The current Kiritsugu Emiya is simply a program made up of a bunch of bugs based on a mountain of shitty code. When his body was sent to the hospital, his multiple organs had failed, and less than 40% of them were functioning normally. However, these remaining parts were cobbled together into a crude life support system to ensure basic survival.

Life will find its own way out, but the way it chooses is often as barbaric as the greenskin. Schrödinger did maintain the homeostasis of Emiya Kiritsugu's life system and accelerated the process of his body rebuilding a self-sustaining homeostasis.

——But as Schrödinger himself said, whether he can survive depends on himself. Schrödinger also doesn’t know what strange ways his body will choose to maintain life.

After all, the way out found in life can only ensure that there is a way forward, and it does not matter whether this road is a dead end. At worst, if you reach a dead end, you can find another way out.

As for those who haven’t found a way out?

They are now fossilized.

Xing Qingfeng also had no way to deal with Emiya Kiritsugu. He didn't dare to use the conventional method to directly feed Emiya Kiritsugu the elixir. After all, the principle of the elixir he had was to maintain the homeostasis of the body, soul and spirit to restore people's health.

If a single elixir could truly stabilize Emiya Kiritsugu's body, he would likely be left to survive in this deformed state, relying solely on the BUG. Xing Qingfeng himself wasn't a serious researcher of biology or the human body, so he could only manage to keep him alive and send him to the Einzbern household, where he would be transformed back to his original form before undergoing treatment.

He shook his head and turned his gaze to Sharma on his right. This thin man was half lying on the hospital bed at this moment. He looked extremely weak, almost as if he could turn into dust at any time. His complexion was not much better than Emiya Kiritsugu's. His eyes were closed, his lips were chapped, and his pale skin looked even more fragile against the white sheets. Sharma's situation was relatively simple. When Karna suddenly released his treasure, the source of magic power in his body was instantly drained, and most of his vitality was consumed. His magic circuits suffered a lot of damage under high-intensity use. Although Xing Qingfeng prescribed some medicine for him afterwards, he would still be weak for a while, so Xing Qingfeng simply sent him to the hospital to recuperate.

After all, this gentleman's report on this Holy Grail War directly affects the attitude of the Law and Politics Department towards subsequent Holy Grail Wars. Xing Qingfeng has not yet followed the example of his predecessors and followed his teacher's ideas to single-handedly follow the Law and Politics Department or even the Clock Tower. Therefore, he can only hope that Sharma will be a little more lenient when writing it.

——After all, this Holy Grail War...it seems that they didn’t directly explode an artificial lake like they did in Fuyuki.

In other words, it caused a spiritual riot that swept across the entire city, destroying a building with great symbolic significance...

Nijo Castle, the symbol of power of the Edo Shogunate, was built after Oda Nobunaga's death in the Honnoji Incident, and his son set fire to the castle. After the Battle of Sekigahara, Tokugawa Ieyasu rebuilt Nijo Castle as a resting place for the Tokugawa family in Kyoto.

Tokugawa Ieyasu met Toyotomi Hideyori in Nijo Castle, Tokugawa Iemitsu asked the Emperor to visit the Shogun in Nijo Castle, and the final restoration of power was also in Nijo Castle. It witnessed the Edo Shogunate's conquest of the world, the Emperor's court's complete submission to the samurai regime, and ultimately the fall of the Edo Shogunate.

——Now it was blown up by the Kunibose Cannon controlled by Tokugawa Ieyasu, and then burned to ashes by Karna. In a sense, these two castles were built because of Tokugawa Ieyasu and destroyed because of Tokugawa Ieyasu.

It was its cultural relic value that gave Xing Qingfu a headache. Because Emiya Kiritsugu was in a coma, the final finishing work of the Holy Grail War fell on Xing Qingfu. In the end, Xing Qingfu asked the Fujiwara family to bear most of the responsibility on the grounds that "Tokugawa Ieyasu was a servant summoned by your local family. Why should we be held responsible for the bombing of his own castle?"

As for the reasons given to the outside world, the artillery fire was explained as a fireworks display, and the fire in Nijo Castle was caused by the mistaken release of fireworks stored in the castle, which caused a violent fire, and eventually detonated the underground gas pipeline, causing a huge explosion that destroyed Nijo Castle.

The reason was given, and if someone bowed and had a red bean paste smimasai, the matter would be over. When Xing Qingfeng was dealing with these matters, he felt that it was fortunate that the Holy Grail War was held in Japan. If it were held in other places, who knows what more trouble would have happened.

Everything was covered up perfectly, which certainly didn't violate the first principle of mystery. Plus, no one died, so this Holy Grail War was handled quite well.

At least that's what Xing Qingwu thought.

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You Ruoyu was sitting in the airplane seat with a notebook spread out beside her. She held an ordinary ballpoint pen in her right hand, tapping the paper lightly with the tip of the pen, looking a little absent-minded.

Before leaving, her instructor asked her to write a journal regularly, one per week, but now she has already accumulated several entries, even though she did write diligently every day and every week at the beginning.

——At least she was quite honest before she became addicted to the Internet.

"This Holy Grail War is indeed won..." She glanced down at the few lines of scribbled words on the paper, frowning slightly, "But how did I win...?"

She buried her head in her notebook, pondering the events of the past few days. No matter how hard she tried, she was clearly losing this war. She and her Servant seemed unable to defeat anyone, and her only real skill was her escape technique. If it weren't for her speed, she would have been eliminated long ago.

She pressed the tip of her pen down hard on the paper, recalling the chaotic battle with distress. She took a deep breath and continued writing, "At the last moment, the entire capital erupted in an unprecedented disturbance... I wanted to go and see what was going on, but I was stopped by a Berserker, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't kill him..."

She paused, frowning, feeling that her description was a bit too brief. She picked up her pen and began to fill in the details. "It was a real close call," she wrote. "In the end, I was only able to temporarily incapacitate him and escape the scene."

Her handwriting covered most of the paper. She paused, pinched her temples, and felt a wave of fatigue. Then, she continued, "I originally wanted to investigate that anomaly, but there were armored guys everywhere. One or two was fine, a dozen or so was manageable, but as time went on, the numbers kept growing. I couldn't fight them off, so I had to run around with my Servant..."

She meticulously depicted the scene, stroke by stroke. "I don't know when the rivers had been replaced by mercury, and all the rivers and streams were covered in silver. It was a perfect replay of the scene in the Records of the Grand Historian, "Chronicle of the First Emperor of Qin," where 'mercury was used to represent rivers and seas, and mechanical devices were used to infuse them, with astronomy above and geography below.'"

"But what can I do?" She wrote this on a piece of paper. "My abilities are simply not enough to handle this kind of large-scale disturbance. All I can do is run away."

"The entire city has become someone's territory, and the other side is using mercury-made rivers to fight against them. And the only one I can rely on is Mandicardo... But if I think about it, maybe he still has to rely on me."

"This completely violates the Holy Grail War's principle of secrecy, so we ultimately decided to go to the organizers to ask how to handle this matter," You Ruoyu thought for a moment and continued, "but the only person we found at the organizer's base was a young man named Einzbern, an assistant to the organizer named Emiya Kiritsugu."

"So, we waited in the base for most of the night, and then the boy suddenly told us that the Holy Grail War was over and we had won."

You Ruoyu paused for a moment, then slowly wrote the last few lines: "In addition to the originally planned gifts, I also gave you a gold medal and a certificate... It's that simple, and the Holy Grail War is over."

"Will anyone believe this kind of writing..." You Ruoyu put down his pen and rubbed his forehead in distress.

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"Ms. You Ruoyu, you performed exceptionally well in the Fifth Holy Grail War, hosted by the Einzbern Family, and were awarded the championship..." Teacher Li muttered as he received the certificate from You Ruoyu, his brow furrowing. He stared at the name on the certificate, especially the three large characters—"Xing Qingjiu"—and a look of confusion washed over him.

He looked the certificate over and over, his fingertips stroking the rough edges of the paper. The feeling of perfunctoriness was overwhelming. He then looked at the medal, weighing it. It rocked gently in his hand, and just by the weight alone, he could tell it wasn't pure gold, but most likely copper plated with gold.

"Doesn't the information say that the Belem family is an ancient family that has existed for over a thousand years?" Teacher Li pondered, turning the medal over and over again as he thought about it. His doubts deepened. "This doesn't seem likely. Why does it look so... stingy?"

"Ruoyu," he handed the certificate and medal back to You Ruoyu, carefully choosing his words, trying to make his tone seem softer, "Tell the teacher the truth, we don't expect you to win the championship, we just want you to broaden your horizons-"

"—So you really didn't print out a certificate to fool me after losing, right?"

You Ruoyu placed her hands on her hips and raised her chin confidently, "The real prize is in the suitcase!" She pointed to the slightly heavy suitcase beside her, "And the certificate is signed by the person in charge of the Holy Grail War. Take a look if you don't believe me!"

"You mean... a German magic family held a magic ceremony in Japan, and the person in charge was Chinese?"

"Really? His Mandarin is even more standard than mine!" You Ruoyu nodded.

"I've never heard of this person..." Teacher Li tried hard to dig up the name Xing Qingqiu in his mind. Logically, he had seen the names of Chinese magicians active in Asia and had a general impression of them. "Is it a pseudonym?"

"Well, teacher," You Ruoyu suddenly came up shyly, a hint of anticipation in her eyes, "Look, I won the Holy Grail War, so first place is definitely a no-brainer..." She pointed to the certificate in her hand and asked tentatively, "Do you think this is..."

"…Give me some extra credits?"

"Is this all you can do?" Teacher Li glanced at You Ruoyu. "How do you feel about being abroad?"

"It's so scary! Are all the magicians out there monsters?!" You Ruoyu answered immediately, speaking very quickly. It was obvious that this memory had left a deep shadow in her heart.

"Oh? What's going on?" Teacher Li looked at her in surprise.

"You'll understand after reading the records I wrote," You Ruoyu said, "There are those who deceive the heavens and confuse time, those who transform cities into their own territory in just one night, and those who refine rivers and use mercury to counteract the earth's veins..."

"...What Holy Grail War? The magicians out there are much more perverted than any Servants. It's terrifying." You Ruoyu said seriously, "Teacher, we still have to work hard to develop."

"...Ah?" Teacher Li was stunned. "Are you sure you're talking about Japan?"

"Yes, yes, I promise I'm not lying!"

"Well... you're still a little inexperienced and haven't seen the world," Teacher Li patted You Ruoyu's shoulder earnestly, "You don't have to stay in school for the time being. You can travel around the country or something—"

"——After you graduate, I have an assignment for you."

"Teacher," You Ruoyu turned around and looked at Teacher Li in disbelief, "Are you kidding me?"

"How could that be? Ruoyu, you are my favorite student."

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I will try to finish explaining the final events within two or three chapters, because the next volume of the main storyline intends to use cochineal as a lead to reveal the abnormality of the South American ecology, so the character You Ruoyu will definitely appear again, so I will color her first.

Maybe I have a fever and feel a little dizzy. Fortunately, what I write today does not require much brainpower, so there should be no problem.

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Volume 48: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without a Nagging Stories: . Stories and Anesthesia Ultimately Form a Religion

The streets of Elko County, Nevada, were dim and dusty in the sunlight, and the wind carried a dry smell. Alex, carrying his 1965 Fender Jaguar, walked slowly and heavily. The buildings on both sides of the street looked distorted in the sunlight, and the windows were like lifeless eyes, staring at this lonely pedestrian.

After the show that night, Cobain managed to survive for a while, but he still said nothing, and besides screaming, he couldn't utter a word.

He recalled New Year's Eve, remembering how he'd spent the last of his plane ticket money on a few cans of beer, and the two of them sat by the river. Under the dim streetlights, the water shone with a strange sheen, as if tainted by something, the color of mercury, flowing with an eerie allure. Kyoto's nights grew increasingly chaotic, with spirits wreaking havoc. Samurai in crimson armor appeared like nightmares, slaying the undead, who had nowhere to escape.

It's really scary, but what does it have to do with them?

Alex and Cobain drank in silence, the river flowing before them, seemingly washing away all their pain and despair. With about ten minutes left until New Year's Eve, Cobain finally gave up. Under the starlight, his figure gradually disintegrated into tiny particles, drifting through the air, as fragile as a bubble.

However, in addition to the guitar he played himself, Cobain left a message for Alex at the end:

——"Live on. If you die, you'll have nothing."

After leaving these words, Cobain's figure completely disappeared into the air.

Of course Alex understood what Cobain was thinking. Yes, Cobain must have regretted it. If he died, both his fans who truly loved him and the music he truly loved would be gone.

But why would Cobain interrupt the devil from signing a contract with himself?

Alex still couldn't understand it, and when he passed an intersection -

——The devil appeared again. Ever since Cobain left, the devil has been haunting Alex.

"Long time no see." The devil took off his dark hat slightly, revealing slightly curly black hair, with a hint of playfulness in his expression. He bowed to Alex and said, "Have you considered the contract?"

"No, get out of here," Alex said mercilessly.

"Do you think that if you keep going like this, you'll eventually be like Cobain," the Devil followed Alex, "becoming famous and then dying at 27?"

Alex held onto the straps of his piano tightly. The street in front of him was covered with fallen leaves, with a few sparrows occasionally flying low. He didn't look back, but continued walking forward silently.

"Honestly, that's impossible." The devil's voice whispered into Alex's heart. "I saw your fate. You couldn't keep up with the times, you went against the mainstream. You could only be an unknown person, and then died at the age of 27. The cause of death was Cocaine. Oh, Cocaine star, what a wonderful title! It pairs perfectly with Heroin Idol."

Alex paused, anger welling up inside him, but he tried to remain calm. "I don't need that kind of stuff to numb my mind," he replied coldly.

“Yeah, yeah,” the Devil agreed. “Cobain didn’t need any of that in his early years.”

"What exactly do you want to say?" Alex's voice became more excited, and there was a hint of anger in his tone. "Are you going to humiliate me or humiliate Cobain?"

"I just want to tell you that you will get nothing," the devil replied indifferently, "Fame? Dreams? Wealth? Or a partner who stands by you?" "No, I see, you will get nothing. You will be 27 years old with nothing, poor and destitute, no one knows you and no one wants to listen to your songs." The devil said, "Your "Smell like teen spirit" (Cobain's famous song) will be extinguished, and then you will eventually become addicted to drugs to escape reality like your idol."

"Oh, anesthetic, holy anesthetic!" the devil sneered. "Fictional stories and real anesthetics will eventually form a holy religion, which will temporarily save you humans from the painful reality and rush you to heaven. Oh, my friend, you will be in the arms of the Lord when the time comes."

　"Knowing this, do you still want to continue?"

Pilling ⑻ Wu 炬 罒 L 锍 eight stand up "Oh."

"Do you still have the courage to face reality?"

"Ah."

"My God, how wonderful!" exclaimed the devil, with a sly smile on his face. "I love you so much, baby, but ah——"

"You have no power against fate, my sweetheart."

"Could you please stop using that kind of shitty tone and address?" Alex couldn't help but curse, his cheeks slightly reddened by anger. "It's fucking disgusting."

"You have no power to resist fate," the devil continued. "Your family sees you as their last hope for revival. After they realize they cannot win any Holy Grail War, they will once again place their hopes on you."

"Ha, you humans are truly cunning and shameless." The demon Ling Erchanba raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching a good show, "The contract you made can be casually disregarded."

"I see."

"So, how about we make a bet?"

"Bet with the devil?" Alex sneered, his voice full of mockery. "Maybe I think my life is too long."

"No, no, no. The VIII厁０⑨冷VII⑨无榇林盟 doesn't have that many traps, and it won't do you any harm." The devil shook his head, his tone as casual as if he was chatting with a friend. "The bet is simple. I will give you power, enough to allow you to ignore your family's interference. Beyond that, I won't give you anything else."

"What you have to do is very simple. Live past the age of 27," the devil said. "I don't care what method you use, no matter what you do, just live past the age of 27 and show me."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

"What if I lose?"

"Then give me your soul." The devil extended his hand to Alex. "How about it?"