The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Brigitte's heart was beating like thunder. The dagger in her hand was still stained with Torid's blood, like a hot current surging in her body. She could hardly believe what she had just done, but the power that burst out from the killing made her crazy. In the distance, Gerlin watched all this quietly, his eyes like an eagle, full of admiration and a bit of coldness.

"You did a good job," he approached slowly, his voice low and magnetic, "Do you feel the power?"

Brigitte raised her head, her eyes flashing with mixed emotions, "This is my first time... I don't know how to describe it."

"It doesn't need a description," Gellin smiled, with the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a sinister smile, "What you need is to keep going. Kill more people and master your power."

She clearly felt the encouragement and provocation in his words, and at the same time, a trace of doubt rose in her heart, "For what? We are just surviving in the darkness, do we have to keep killing? Is this really meaningful?"

"Meaning? You are too young, Brigitte, and too naive." Gerling approached and looked down at her. "In every corner of this world, power is the only law. You need to grow up and learn to water your ambition with blood."

"But I... I killed someone." Her voice trembled slightly, and she realized that her madness just now was gradually replaced by inner fear.

"Killing is just the beginning. Don't let that emotion consume you." His eyes were firm. "Think about it. Torild betrayed our trust. He is a weak traitor and deserves to die. Everything you do is for a greater goal."

Brigitte felt a little hesitant, but more of an impulse inspired by Gerling's words. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and looked up at him. "I want to know what the goal is? What are we fighting for?"

"Goal?" Gerlin laughed as if he was listening to a joke. "The goal is to control the world and become the supreme being. Those who have the ability will eventually rule everything!"

"But... this will hurt innocent people." She whispered, struggling with her inescapable sense of morality.

"Innocent?" Gellin shook his head. "This word is outdated. Who in this world is truly innocent? Those who remain silent are also condoning all injustices and atrocities. We must break this silence and let them feel our power!"

Brigitte's heart began to waver, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, "I...I will continue, but I can't abandon my conscience."

"Conscience is an excuse for the weak. Don't let it hold you back!" Gerling's voice gradually became louder, revealing a strong sense of oppression. "You must face this world with a heart of stone!"

Dark clouds rolled in the night sky, and a few cold stars could be seen faintly. Brigitte had stepped into the endless darkness without knowing when. At this moment, she felt an invisible force surging in her heart, eager to turn all the fear and hesitation into flames and burn them out.

"Follow me." Gerlin suddenly turned around and walked into the depths of the forest, leaving Brigitte with a vague and mysterious back.

A fearless fire ignited in her heart, and she followed closely, and her courage dispelled most of her anxiety. The trees in the forest were as tall as clouds, and the moonlight shone through the leaves onto the ground, making it look particularly sacred.

"You have to understand that strength comes from determination." Gerlin suddenly stopped and looked back at her. "Once you hesitate, you will become a prey and will always be dominated by the strong."

"I will remember this," Brigitte replied, the pressure in her heart as heavy and ruthless as armor, yet she had to bear this weight.

"This is a world full of poisonous snakes, Brigitte. You need a cold heart to survive." Gerling's words hit her heart like a knife, and his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate her soul.

"I will learn." Brigitte clenched her fists tightly, suppressing her inner fear and struggle, and was secretly confident in her heart.

"Let's go. The next stop is to find a new target. We can't stop. Our strength will only increase through constant challenges." With an urgency that was hard to conceal in his tone, Gerlin turned around and began to walk through the woods.

Brigitte couldn't help but quicken her pace and followed him, her heart filled with mixed feelings. The blood on the dagger seemed to remind her that deep in her heart, a seed of uneasiness had already been planted.

After walking out of the forest, they came to an empty valley. The night was as dark as ink and everything was silent. The only sound they could hear was the whistling of the wind, which seemed to be telling the story of the killing and betrayal they had just experienced. Gerlin stood on a huge rock, looking down at the surroundings like a ruler.

"Go further and we will reach a small village." He suddenly turned around, his eyes gleaming with ambition, "I want you to reap those innocent lives with your own hands."

"I will go, but I hope to find a meaningful reason." Brigitte looked him straight in the eyes and thought to herself that maybe this was not the only option.

"Meaning?" Gerling sneered, "Meaning only exists in the fantasies of the weak. What we need is true control, and only power has everything!"

"I understand." Brigitte was still confused, but she chose to remain silent. She looked at Gerlin and felt that he was like a double-edged sword. On the one hand, he was her guide in the pursuit of power, but on the other hand, he also posed a danger of destruction.

"Get everything ready, we will break into that village." Gerling seemed particularly excited at this time, as if a great feast was about to begin. Brigitte's hand tightly grasped the dagger, and her mission became clearer in her mind.