Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Yes, teacher!" Xing Qingfeng carefully poured the sulfur powder into the kerosene in the flask to dissolve it. "And then?"

"Well, you have 'sulfur water'." Newton yawned, "Or, in other words, a universal transmutant. Although using kerosene doesn't conform to conventional alchemical procedures, it has the advantage of not requiring heating."

"You could also call it ξηριον. The Arabs called it al-iksīr, the elixir of metal. Zosimos believed that transmutation implied a healing of metals."

"The next step is to inject magic power, but you can't obtain magic power right now, so leave this step to me." Newton continued to shake the flask, injecting magic power into it. "Although there are many theories about the elements that make up the world, we will apply the theory that is closest to the world:

The first element is matter, namely, salt;

The second element is the soul, which is sulfur;

The third element is spirit, that is, mercury;

The fourth element is life force, that is, magic.

You don't need to understand the fifth and sixth elements for now."

"Look at the example," Newton gestured for Xing Qingqi to look at the man lying on the bed, being held alive by Newton. "His soul, body, spirit, and vitality are all damaged. If sulfur is used solely as a transmutation to heal him, I'll demonstrate the effect."

Viscous kerosene slowly flowed from the flask's mouth, dripping onto the man's head. Suddenly, the man trembled as if stimulated by something. A faintly glowing spirit emerged from his body, but was slapped back by Newton.

"You see, he's still alive because his elements are still within a relatively balanced threshold. But simply healing his soul disrupted the balance, causing it to break out of his body and run wild. So what do you think we should do next?"

"With salt?"

"Right." Newton plucked a piece of the confiscated Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid from his hand and held it in his, while his other hand continued to shake the flask. The properties of the substance shifted, and fine silver sand flowed from between his fingers into the flask. "Salt refers to various substances, and different salts have different properties. Determining the right salt for your needs is a must for alchemists, but it's a matter for the future."

"Also, salt represents stability and fixation. It can fix the magic power within the solvent." Newton stopped shaking the flask. "But it still can't completely heal him. Just repairing his body and soul won't bring him back to life."

"Because the spirit has not been made up?"

"Good, you're learning quickly." Or perhaps the fact that he had gained a fourth student brightened his mood. "We need to add mercury."

Smash the two thermometers, pour the mercury inside into the flask, stopper it, infuse it with magic power and continue shaking.

"While you don't need to worry about these things, you must take precautions when refining mercury," said Newton, who wore no protective gear at all. "Mercury is spiritual in nature. When you use magic to force it to react with organic salts or sulfur, the resulting product, if ingested, will favor the place where your spirit resides. However, incompletely transmuted mercury has not eliminated its toxicity. The entire refining process must be completed to ensure the complete transmutation under the catalysis of magic before use. Alternatively, you can mix and grind it with sulfur or certain metal salts to actively provide it with a home."

"Of course, I prefer this statement now: organic mercury is more toxic and has a higher mortality rate than elemental mercury or amalgam. When mixed with sulfur or certain metals, it will react to form non-toxic mercury sulfide or non-toxic amalgam." The mixture in the bottle gradually turned into a bright red paste under constant shaking.

"I don't want you to use the title of 'Newton's student' to treat people with incompletely transmuted elixirs, causing them to die from heavy metal accumulation. If that day ever comes, remember to claim that you were taught by that shorty Hooke. Understood?"

"Basic elixirs are just that simple: salt, mercury, sulfur, and magic power. Just mix them together, and you don't even need to heat them. But do you know why magicians prefer other elixirs?"

"Hmm... because of the different proportions?"

"Correct. Different injuries require different missing elements, and the proportions of spiritual elixirs needed to restore them to normal balance are also different. Furthermore, the choice of salt will also vary depending on the target. If you're not careful, you'll end up like I just demonstrated, not only failing to heal the target but actually making the situation worse."

"Okay, first lesson over. Go fill the bathtub with water and let him soak in it." Newton handed the flask to Xing Qingjiu, "Then pour the elixir into the water. He should be almost done by the time we get back in the evening."

"Hmm..." Xing Qingqiu crossed his arms and nodded. "I suddenly feel that it's not their fault that you've been teaching for 17 years and have so few students."

Xing Qingfu's head was blown up again.

"We also have an outdoor practical class today."

"As Isaac Newton's disciple, it would be embarrassing for me if I can't beat everyone in the Magic Association in the future."

Newton casually picked up a piece of sulfur and threw it into the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, then motioned Xing Qingfeng to go out with him.

"Can you really order anything?" Xing Qingwu asked Newton, who was sitting across the table from him, holding the menu. "Oh, this really reminds me of when my advisor took me to academic seminars while I was working on a project. I always came back with a lot of stuff."

At his feet, mercury beads weighing nearly 80 kilograms lay quietly under the table, their mirror-like surface reflecting the luxurious decoration of the hotel.

"Give the bill to Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald in the penthouse suite." Newton yawned and glanced at the other ordinary diners sitting around in the restaurant. "And, add a pot of coffee."

　"What kind of coffee would you like?"

Newton glanced at the menu, casually ordered an American coffee and sent the waiter away.

The coffee was quickly served. Newton took a sip out of curiosity, and his expression instantly twisted into one of horror and disgust.

——"They actually added water to the coffee!"

Newton never touched that pot of coffee again.

"So, what are we doing here?" Xing Qingwu, still oblivious to the diners and waiters around him, who had either put down their utensils or their work and left the restaurant as if lost, was still concentrating on finishing the food in front of him. "Didn't you say we were here for an outdoor practical class? How did you end up treating me to a meal?"

"Soon," Newton replied calmly, "I've already notified the assistant coaches to clear the field."

As Newton finished speaking, a slightly distorted male voice came from somewhere and echoed in the empty restaurant.

"Welcome, this is Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Enough politeness. I don't feel like wasting time on meaningless formalities." Newton stared silently at the cold coffee in front of him and replied in a normal voice, as if they were talking face to face. "I will not release my Noble Phantasm, nor will I deploy a position here. I will bring my students and use only this ceremonial outfit to break through all the blockades of your position. Is this fair and proper?"

"...You look down on me somewhat."

"Your servants are not prohibited from participating in the battle. If you have any useful techniques that can be transformed into combat power, feel free to bring them out. If you make me use any means other than this ritual, I will be considered defeated."

"Since you are so confident," said Kenneth, sitting on the top floor, with a slightly unhappy expression. He must have been annoyed by being looked down upon repeatedly, but couldn't stand it out due to his noble dignity. "Then, for the Holy Grail that you and I both seek, let's have a fair fight, with honor at stake."

"No, I don't need the Holy Grail. Anything of that kind is fine," Newton replied. "If you win, I'll help you win this Holy Grail War. If you lose, I need you to contribute your workshop and assist me with my next steps over the next few days."

"It's a fairly fair magic duel. It's quite interesting to be able to have this gentlemanly sport in a rural place like Japan."

"Xing Qingjiu, stop eating." Looking at Xing Qingjiu who was still eating heartily while ignoring their conversation, Newton sighed helplessly.

Perhaps, the habits of college students have never changed from the 18th century to the 21st century.

"Reckless disciples are a real headache for every teacher." Kennedy, watching Newton scold Xing Qingjiu through the crystal ball, sighed, "Take the elevator up one more floor, and you'll officially be in my workshop."

"It's not wise to proactively expose the boundaries of the workshop, Xing Qingfeng, remember this."

Newton clearly drew the boundaries of his position on the ground when he deployed his position, but he said that it was not wise to actively expose the workshop's barrier.

Isaac Newton actually didn’t know how to teach by example!

"This is a tribute to your humility."

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When Caster, who claimed to be the Messiah, displayed his superb alchemy skills, he had already begun to doubt it.

From Christianity to Judaism, after searching through all the records of anointed ones, the so-called "Messiah" famous for alchemy has never been found.

However, there are legends and records of alchemists who like to call themselves Messiahs in the Clock Tower.

Legend has it that he was once selected by the Wandering Audition, but they parted ways unhappily due to differences in their ideals.

Legend has it that he standardized the alchemy of the Atlas Academy, and his attainments were so great that even the dean was ashamed of himself.

but……

According to the records of the Clock Tower, his works were banned simply because someone suggested doing so.

One Crown, six Colors, 1 Benefactors, two Priests, and nearly two hundred Openers were killed and wounded. The casualties below that were countless, including four Lords and two Deans. The Legal Affairs Bureau suffered a severe blow, significantly weakening its control over the secular world. The Arcanum Ordination Bureau and the Observatory in Karleon were invaded, and it is said that on that day, the bells of the "Bell-Ringing Hall" rang repeatedly.

The Clock Tower was so severely damaged that it had no energy left to stop the Industrial Revolution when it came.

There was only one invader who caused this disaster.

Isaac Newton.

He cut off Sora's supply of mana from the servant overnight and sent her on a plane back home. If that person was indeed summoned, the ensuing magic war would be extremely dangerous and catastrophic. He couldn't leave his beloved in such a dangerous situation at any cost.

It was just a rural entertainment show, yet it attracted such a monster. Perhaps the most sensible option was to board the return flight with Sora overnight.

But, that Isaac Newton would challenge me to a magic duel openly.

Perhaps it was out of admiration for the great man, or perhaps he simply wanted to show off in front of his lover, but when he sent Sora on the plane, he quietly tore up the return ticket and assured her that she only needed to wait at home for a few days, and he would bring the Holy Grail back for her.

If you think about it calmly, that person was notoriously arrogant. He had merely proposed banning his works, but before he could actually do so, he personally slaughtered all those who opposed him. It was rumored that when he passed by the Witch Department, he even spared the ordinary house cats raised by the witches.

Wouldn't it be a bit hasty to just stay like this?

While I was still struggling over whether to escape, the phone rang.

"Hey, um, okay, put it on my account."

he came.

"Lancer, prepare to fight."

Use the magic of suggestion to drive people away, straighten your collar, and calm the hidden fear in your heart.

"Welcome, this is Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

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New book, please vote and collect

I feel like the protagonist's initiative is a little too poor. Although the protagonist has to wait until the four wars are over to obtain the inner motivation that drives him, the outline should be changed. It would look better to let the protagonist drive the next plot after finishing this small plot.

Volume 14: Alchemy Apprenticeship from the Fourth War: . Practical Tutorial

"Do you know how I was able to promote science despite the obstacles of the magic world?"

Xing Qingfeng pressed the elevator button and waited for the elevator to descend from the top floor.

"Although relevant research can be traced back to the first human to gaze upon the stars, the process of systematizing it, standardizing the research processes of theoretical and practical science, and enabling it to officially compete with the world of magic, must begin with me."

"The Holy Church is indifferent to my research, let alone my promotion of it. Perhaps it's because their tradition of persecuting scientists has become more docile as secular power tightens. However, there are still many magicians who want to kill me because of my promotion of science."

Ding--

The elevator arrival signal sounded, and the two walked into the elevator.

"'Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy', which regulates theoretical science, and 'Optics', which regulates experimental science. Both of these books were once threatened by some noble magus in the Clock Tower, who threatened to use secular power to ban them."

"At that time, I was very young and full of energy. I always felt that I couldn't get along with this bunch of mediocre people, and it was a waste of time to talk to people without talent."

Newton recalled the past with a smile, as if lamenting the hardships he had experienced in his youth.

But the words he said didn't match his expression.

"For students and younger generations, this attitude is really bad. As I get older, I always feel sad when I think about this."

"But this is how a magician should treat these vulgar bastards."

"I went underground in Britain alone, yanking these idiots out of their workshops one by one, tearing off their heads and hanging them on the doors of their factions. I beat those who practiced modern alchemy to their knees, so they never dared to call themselves alchemists again. I also made sure those idiots who had me marked as a seal never dared to disturb my life again."

These few sentences might have revealed a bloody past, but Newton described it without a trace of murderous intent, describing it with the same understated care as if he were reminiscing about a school brawl.

"Clear wine, remember that." The elevator door slowly opened, only to discover that the surroundings outside were completely different from the layout of a normal hotel. "In this world of short-sighted magicians, fighting is commonplace."

All walls except the load-bearing ones had been demolished. Even a magus knew that load-bearing walls couldn't be demolished. The empty hall was filled with a dark mist. A few pillars loomed dimly within, seemingly lurking in the darkness, peering at the two from afar.

"During that time, I did see many designs that could be considered quite impressive. But in the end, no matter how intricate or complex the magic or even sorcery, it's nothing more than matter driven by magical power."

The bright light from the elevator couldn't pierce the dark fog. Numerous ghostly figures wandered aimlessly in the depths of the hall, their silhouettes looming in the mist, making them appear even more eerie. As the two stepped out of the elevator, the ghostly figures suddenly stopped moving and froze in place.

"Have you ever disassembled your TV or any other electronic device?" Newton said, his hands behind his back as he examined the ghostly figures. "No matter how sophisticated or simple, if the power supply is cut off or a few key gears get stuck, they won't work. It's the same with magic."

The sound of the elevator doors closing echoed throughout the empty hall, signaling the start of this ghostly feast for the dead. The previously stationary ghosts, as if triggered by an early warning mechanism, suddenly changed their movements and lunged straight at them at incredible speed.

"You don't need to understand the foundation of the magic you're facing, nor do you need to understand how it's packaged or what symbols it uses. That's what detectives do."

The Moon Spirit Marrow, which had been lying quietly at Newton's feet, suddenly erupted. Ultra-fine mercury filaments pierced through the attacking demons and monsters, destroying their cores and causing them to dissipate into mist. However, the undead in the mist seemed endless. As soon as one was dispersed, the next one immediately re-condensed in the mist.

"It's a pretty good design. The environment is probably modeled after the underworld or some demonic realm from some mythology. Even if your spirit core is destroyed, it can be automatically regenerated and repaired here. If you don't completely destroy the environment, I'm afraid there's no way to escape easily."

Newton led Xing Qingjiu forward nonchalantly. The spirits that rushed towards them were destroyed by the autonomous Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid and could not get close to them at all.

"In the early days of alchemy, mercury was thought to be liquid silver. Of course, we now know that they are two completely different substances," Newton said to Xing Qingjiu. "What I am showing you now is the spiritual nature of mercury. By utilizing this, we can make mercury affect spiritual beings."

"However, I also added some other things." Newton controlled the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, causing it to extend a tentacle in front of Xing Qingjiu. "I will now separate out the pre-refined substances. You can see what I added."

"Sulfur? Oh, the union of soul and spirit. Is this why something that is clearly material can affect a spirit?"

"Yes, actually, sulfur plays the main role. I heard that in the East, that is, your homeland of China, the foundation is more inclined to use sulfur to carry magic power. Sulfur is also used when drawing talismans to interfere with spirits."

"Oh, it's cinnabar."

"Well, let me show you how to break the magician's defense." Newton pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and handed them to Xing Qingjiu, motioning him to put them on. "Your stubborn soul always rejects all mysteries. Even if I materialize it, I can't make it accept or generate magic power. Even if I force magic power into it, I can't store and retain it."

"To put it in a simpler way, there's no battery or engine in your body. If you want to use magic power, you have to keep it in a magic furnace or similar structure."

"Use this before you resolve this issue."

"What is this?" Xing Qingfeng didn't mind what Newton had just said. It wasn't that he didn't understand, but he believed that Newton would come up with a solution. "Oh, I can see a lot of things that look like glowing cables. Is this the circuit of the position?"

"It's just a small part. The main part is hidden in the wall." Newton led Xing Qingjiu to a loop. "Simply destroying the branch road will not affect the operation of the position, not to mention—"

The Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid separated into countless extremely fine thorns and exploded in all directions, instantly cutting off all the circuits within sight. However, soon, the circuits extended and flowed on their own as if they had life, repairing the damaged parts to their original state.

"—Using mercury as the carrier of magical power, a circuit is constructed. Using its spiritual memory circuit structure, the mercury's fluidity is harnessed to autonomously fill damaged areas. The circuits on individual floors are connected to the circuits of the entire building, allowing each floor to operate independently or as a unified whole within the overall circuit."

"Xing Qingfeng, in this situation, there are generally two approaches. One is to instantly destroy all nodes in this space, ensuring that the speed of destruction is much higher than that of the nodes, and then quickly leave the area before they can automatically repair themselves."