Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

As if grasping at some lifeline, Zang Yan eagerly agreed after hearing Shen Qiu's words.

"Hey, Machiri, are you misunderstanding something?" Shen Qiu looked at Zang Yan with amusement.

"Do you think I would still believe you now? To me, the Holy Grail is something I can do without, or rather, I don't want that cup that only brings disaster."

Shen Qiu sighed.

"This is: the Gate of Skye, overflowing with death!" As Scáthach finished chanting the last verse, the soaring magical power rippled out from above Ryudou Temple almost visibly!

A huge vortex erupted in the air, and a black door appeared in mid-air, its patterns both beautiful and eerie.

"Suck the enemy into the Land of Shadows!" With Scáthach's cold command, the black gate suddenly opened! A tremendous suction force instantly filled every corner of Ryudouji Temple, no, of Mount Enzo!

A mist as cold as frost burst forth, and the body of the filthy inkstone, which was originally made of insects, instantly disintegrated under this frost, leaving behind a semi-transparent, semi-solid body of the inkstone.

Is this what the soul is?

To be honest, this was the first time Shen Qiu had seen the true shape of a soul. And the soul of the dirty inkstone had many scars on it, because every time he changed bodies, his soul would be injured.

Therefore, he was eager to find a body that could truly live forever to house his soul, otherwise, even without Shen Qiu, he would die from the damage to his soul!

"No! No! I, I cannot die!"

Surprisingly, despite his severely damaged soul, Zouken was still trying his best to resist the absorption of the Land of Shadows, although this resistance seemed ridiculous and powerless to Shen Qiu.

"I haven't even fulfilled my wish yet, how could I possibly die here like this! Why, why! Why do you have to make things difficult for me!"

At this moment, Zang Yan had fallen into his final frenzy.

"Machiri".

Shen Qiu, who was looking at him indifferently, suddenly asked.

Do you still remember what your wish was?

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Chapter 67: A Grand Ambition from Five Hundred Years Ago (Part 1) - Please Subscribe!

Do you remember what your wish was?

Shen Qiu's question suddenly stunned Matou Zouken. He lowered his head, seemingly pondering something.

16th century, 1510, Leipzig, Germany, Anne-Del Magic Academy.

"Marchry, why do you always seem so unhappy lately? Oh, by the way, I have some good news for you. I've received my bachelor's degree from the Medical University of Vienna, and the professor praised me, saying he's never seen such a young graduate."

The speaker was a handsome young man named von Hohenheim. Unlike other aristocratic youths who wore suits or tailcoats, he was most commonly seen wearing a white coat, a garment typically worn by doctors, which was due to his family background as doctors.

In addition, he truly possesses exceptional talent to become a doctor. At just 17 years old, he graduated from the Austrian Medical University, becoming the youngest graduate in the school's history.

"Nothing, Hohenheim, I was just thinking about something." The man named Machiri was also quite remarkable in appearance. Unlike Hohenheim's more effeminate appearance, he was tall and handsome, and one could even vaguely see the outline of his muscles.

Unlike Hohenheim, who "entered the mystical side for the sake of medicine," he was a descendant of a pure magic family and received orthodox magic training. Before coming to Annedel to study, he had already completed his basic magic training in his family.

Therefore, at the age of only seventeen, he had already reached the rank of Grand Master, and in the field of water magic, he was even higher than some established professors. If it weren't for the age limit, he might have already obtained the rank of Color Master.

It's hard to imagine that these two could become friends. Hohenheim was an absolute optimist, always appearing carefree.

Machiri, on the other hand, always maintained a melancholy demeanor. Perhaps it was because he was the heir to a large family, or perhaps it was because of something else. In any case, he always seemed to have a lot on his mind.

"Okay, okay, anyway, you won't say anything even if I ask you, right? Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you. I'm planning to add a suffix to my name. What do you think?"

Although he was already a very famous doctor, Hohenheim was still only a seventeen-year-old boy.

"Add a suffix? Don't you think your name is long enough?" Machiri was taken aback by his words. He knew that his name was so long that he usually only called him by his surname, von Hohenheim.

His full name is "Phillips Aurelius de Ephrasz von Hohenheim", which is due to the German naming tradition.

For example, some parents often incorporate their own good wishes, favorite things, or the social culture and fashion trends of the time into their children's names, which is why many Germans have ridiculously long names.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter. I've already decided. There's a particularly famous doctor in Rome named Celsus. I'm going to add Paracelsus to that name, meaning 'greater than' him. What do you think?"

Hohenheim seemed so excited that he dropped the book he was holding.

“You really are…” Machiri sighed as she looked at the books scattered on the ground, then gently waved her hands, and all the books returned to Hohenheim’s hands.

As the heir of the Machiri family, he naturally inherited the magical property of control, and this level of manipulation was just a piece of cake for him.

“Wow, Machiri, you’re amazing! I wish I could be like you.” Hohenheim said half-jokingly.

“If you can learn magic properly, this kind of manipulation will be the simplest thing for you.” Machiri seemed a little helpless.

Although he was always called a genius or the most talented person by the professors in the academy, and other such random titles, only he knew that the real genius was the person in front of him who was looked down upon by those nobles and had no magical foundation.

Hohenheim.

Before coming to study in Anne-Del, he was already a very famous doctor in Switzerland. He obtained his bachelor's degree from the local medical university at the age of 16, and then obtained his bachelor's degree in medicine from the Austrian university a year later.

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What is even more astonishing is his mastery of alchemy.

Having no prior knowledge of alchemy, he displayed extraordinary talent the moment he stepped into Anedel.

The basic subjects were something he could learn in just a few days, and the advanced courses only took him a month.

Such talent and ability would surely make countless minor counts and dukes in noble families envious.

The only pity is that he seems to have a great interest only in alchemy, and has no intention of learning magic. After completing the basic theoretical courses, he never went to another class.

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"Hey, Machiri. What's your wish?"

"Hornheim asked suddenly."

Machiri seemed to have been asked this unexpectedly. After a moment of hesitation and confusion, he finally decided to tell the truth.

"Hohenheim, after learning more and more magic and meeting more and more different people, I feel very worried. I don't know what to do."

"kindness?"

At this moment, Hohenheim also put away his usual joking expression and began to listen to him seriously.

“I have been to the slums of Berlin, where there are thousands of hungry and starving children. I have been to the central prison in Leipzig, where there are criminals who would kill and destroy a family just because they feel a thrill.”

There was a gentle breeze blowing, but the ground was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"I have read thousands of books, and I have discovered that humanity has suffered so much, and that there are extremely ugly things in everyone's heart, such as greed, gluttony, envy, and pride..."

"Even if we overcome these internal evils, the external world still has many evils, such as disasters, plagues, wars, and diseases... All these evils hinder human progress."

As he said this, Machiri's voice began to show some excitement.

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“Hohenheim, I’ve always felt that we magicians are different from ordinary people, but that difference shouldn’t come from the fact that we have extraordinary powers and therefore think we are superior to others!”

Machiri spoke faster and faster, and his expression became increasingly agitated.

"It shouldn't be like this. Since we possess this power, it means there must be something we need to do. If I can, if I can eradicate all evil in humanity, then this world will definitely be a better place!"

After listening to Machiri's words, Hohenheim thought about it carefully for a moment and then smiled brightly.

“Although we study different fields, Machiri, I am very happy that you have such noble ideals.”

Because of his different birth environment, Hohenheim, who was more skilled in "110" and medicine, could not think about such distant things.

What he was better at was actually healing the patients in front of him. The reason he went to the mystical side to learn alchemy was simple: learning these skills would allow him to better prepare potions.

Even so, he still greatly admired Machiri's dream.

Hohenheim had met many nobles and heirs of great families. Most of them lived in wealthy and powerful households, leading a life of extravagance and indulgence. People are not the same as each other. Many people are born with endless wealth and privilege.

Having followed his father in his medical practice since childhood, Hohenheim witnessed far too much of the ugliness of human nature.

The son of an earl could have an entire city's doctors treat him alone just because of a toothache, while manual laborers in the slums suffered from festering wounds and ultimately had to have their limbs amputated simply because they couldn't afford the cheapest medicine.

But Machiri, who is also an heir to a large family, is different.

He would use magic to heal a rabbit injured by a passing carriage, he could give all the valuables he carried with him to a beggar on the roadside, and he could wear the simplest shirt and trousers all year round instead of a suit and tuxedo.

That's why he was able to become friends with him.

“But I don’t know what to do, Hohenheim. I’m confused. I’ve searched through all the magic books but I can’t find any records of this. I went to Professor Don Quixote but he said it was impossible and that I should spend my time finding the root of the problem.”

Machiri looked at the blazing sun in the sky and gave a wry smile.

"Did I really do something wrong, Hohenheim, or am I actually right and everyone else is wrong? Right now, I just feel confused, very confused."

“I feel like the road ahead is completely dark, getting harder and harder to walk, and I can’t see the end of it. What should I do?” When she said this, Machiri’s tone was no longer as excited as it was at the beginning.

Even his azure eyes, as blue as the sea, seemed to have lost their luster.

"Don't rush, Machiri. We're only 17 years old this year. We have plenty of time in the future. Think about how big the world is. After we leave Prussia, we can go to Vienna or Italy."

"If all else fails, we can go to Britain, the birthplace of magic, or if that still doesn't work, we can go to the far East."

After hearing Hohenheim's words, Machiri felt her previously extinguished fighting spirit rise again. Yes, as long as she was alive, there was always a chance, as long as she was alive.