The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Gellin stood in the dim laboratory, his heart full of doubts. The screams of the experimental subjects were still ringing in his ears, echoing in this small space, like invisible tentacles, suffocating him.

"Is this really the research you want, Gerling?" he whispered to himself, his eyes fixed on Gerling who was busy.

"What? Are you worried about me?" Gerlin turned his head and smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing in his voice, "Didn't you hear those screams? They were so real?"

"I heard it," Gelling's voice became deeper and deeper. "But that's not research, it's torture!"

“Torture?” Gelling pretended to be surprised. “I don’t think so. The road of science is always difficult, especially when exploring unknown areas.”

“This is not exploration,” he frowned and clenched his fists, “You are playing with lives, even sending them to destruction.”

"Playing with life? It's interesting that you can describe it like that." Gelling shook his head, a gloomy light flashing in his eyes. "We are pursuing the boundary between life and death. Only in this process can we discover the true scientific truth."

"Human lives cannot be the price of an experiment!" Gerling responded excitedly, his voice particularly harsh in the silent laboratory. He began to back away, almost retreating to the corner, cold sweat oozing from his palms.

"What other ways do you have?" Gelling's tone became contemptuous. "Do you think the development of science depends on beautiful visions and warm hearts? Without pain, there will be no progress."

"You are just a cold-blooded experimenter!" Gellin gritted his teeth, the anger in his heart almost swallowed him up, "I can't understand how you can be so ruthless!"

"Ruthless? Or should I say fearless," Gellin sighed softly, with an elusive emotion in his eyes. "When you stand in front of the truth, all emotions and morals seem insignificant."

Facing this familiar yet strange person, Gerling felt a deep despair. "Is the truth worth everything we give? Can the truth really save everything?"

Gerling smiled slightly, but with a bit of weirdness, "This is a problem, but the progress of science has never been for salvation, but for understanding."

"Understand what?" Garlin demanded, his voice filled with anxiety and anger. "Understand how to cause more pain?"

“Pain is part of human existence,” Garlin’s voice deepened. “It brings us closer to nature.”

"What you are talking about is naturally cruel." Gerling shook his head, with a struggle in his eyes, "You are rewarding this cruelty instead of challenging it!"

"Challenging nature? That's impossible!" Gellin's voice began to rise, almost competing with the screams of the experimental subjects. He took a step forward, his eyes flashing with excitement, "What we can do is to accept and transform."

"Whose fate are you transforming? These innocent creatures, or your own soul?" Gerlin's voice became increasingly sharp, like a blade piercing into the other's heart.

"Soul? I am no longer myself." Gerling's eyes were gloomy, as if he was tracing back some vague memories. "In my pursuit of truth, I have already given up everything I have."

"You are completely immersed in this fantasy." He smiled bitterly, as if he could see through the other's despair. "No, Gerling, the real fantasy is that you think you can control everything."

"What I can control is my research." Gerling smiled coldly, "Any obstacles will only become stepping stones for me to move forward."

"But this is not the purpose of science." Gerling's voice became firm again. "Science should be for salvation and for a better future, not for satisfying one's own selfish desires!"

"The future?" Gellin's eyes sparkled with a strange brilliance. "What exactly is the future? Is it endless experiments and possible changes, or is it the ignorance of staying forever in the past?"

"But all you're doing now is sinking." Gerling felt his voice getting heavier, as if he could no longer find his footing in this ideological dispute.

“Sinking? No, I’m exploring the secrets of the abyss.” Gerling’s mouth corners slightly raised, as if mocking the other person’s ignorance, “Only by crossing the abyss can we see the real starry sky.”

"No matter how beautiful the starry sky is, it is not worth exchanging your life for it." Gerling felt powerless and realized that his voice could no longer shake the man's determination.

"Life itself is a transaction." Gerling's expression became fanatical, as if he was caught in an irresistible frenzy. "We need to sacrifice in exchange for the glory of truth!"

"I will never support your crazy ideas!" Gerling's anger surged like a tide, and his voice became hoarse. "You can't prove anything with the truth gained at the cost of these innocent lives!"

"You still can't understand." A gloomy smile appeared on Gerling's face. "Every scream is a sacrifice for science."

At this moment, another piercing scream came from the laboratory, as if responding to Gelling's madness. He trembled slightly, realizing that he was being swallowed by the abyss.

"I can't allow this to continue!" Gelling panted, his heart beating like a drum. He felt his inner faith wavering, his clenched fists gradually loosened, and the fear buried in his heart surged like a tide.

"But truth is not absolute either." Gerling thought silently in his heart, but his heart was full of helplessness. "I will try my best to stop you, but how can I do it?"

Gellin hesitated, but finally took a step forward, determined to fight this crazy experimenter. He didn't know if he could succeed, but he knew that he must not let these screams continue to echo in his heart.