The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Deep in Gerling's laboratory, a dark and humid atmosphere filled every corner. He was sitting in front of a huge instrument, his fingers dancing quickly on the control panel, and complex waveform patterns flashed on the screen.

"Gerlin, do you really believe that these prisoners can provide valuable data?" Clara walked forward doubtfully, staring at the huge mechanical device. Her face was pale, and she seemed to be a little uneasy about the upcoming experiment.

"Of course, Clara," Gelling replied, his eyes not leaving the screen. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a fanatical excitement. "These spirit studies are unprecedented, and live experiments will allow us to get the most realistic reactions. And prisoners are our best experimental subjects. Their lives have already been imprisoned, and they have nothing to lose."

"Do you really think it's ethically sound?" Clara shook her head, feeling a dull pain in her heart. She knew the risks behind the experiment, but she couldn't resist the temptation of the unknown field of science.

"Ethics? What we are pursuing is the limit of human knowledge. Future spiritual research may reveal the essence of human existence." Gerling finally turned around, his eyes were sharp and full of confidence, "We need more samples. The more samples, the more reliable the data!"

"But they are also human beings, Gerling," Clara lowered her voice, vaguely angry, "Have you forgotten their past lives? Every prisoner has his or her own story, but now they are being used as experimental materials."

"Stories? Clara, stories can't change reality." Gerling's tone was firm, even a little disdainful. "In the face of science, personal stories are insignificant. Our goal is to promote human progress. If we can discover the truth about spirits, perhaps we can help more people and stop them from suffering unknown pain."

As the two were arguing, the door of the laboratory slowly opened and a sturdy prisoner was brought in. He was handcuffed, with anger and fear intertwined on his face. He represented the cold world outside the laboratory, both a living individual and an experimental subject who was about to be deprived of his autonomy.

"This is the tenth sample, Gelling." The escorting guard said coldly, and then pushed the prisoner into the laboratory. The prisoner seemed at a loss, looking around the unfamiliar environment until his eyes fixed on Gelling.

"What...what are you going to do?" The prisoner's voice trembled and his eyes revealed innocent fear.

"It's simple. We're going to conduct a spirit experiment." Gelling's fingers moved quickly on the equipment, seemingly no longer caring about the prisoner's fear. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You just need to relax and cooperate with our research."

"I don't want to cooperate!" The prisoner struggled desperately, trying to resist, but to no avail. The guard pressed him forcefully on the laboratory table and watched everything with an expressionless face.

"Let me go! I have the right to choose!" The prisoner's voice became more and more excited. His struggle failed to arouse Gelling's sympathy, but instead made the tense atmosphere of the experiment even more intense.

"Everyone is making a choice, man." Gelling was about to start the instrument, his tone firm and indifferent, "You can choose to join this great experiment, or choose to continue to stay in prison and await trial. Your fate may lie here."

Clara listened to the prisoner's struggle, and a wave of uneasiness rose in her heart. She looked at Gerling, and her anger grew stronger and stronger: "Gerling, can you listen to his voice? He is also a human being!"

"I'm listening, but I have to make a choice, Clara." Gelling raised the controller in his hand and signaled the experimental mechanism to start the car. The equipment in the laboratory made a low and shocking sound, as if responding to the prisoner's struggle.

"You are killing the hope of life!" Clara finally couldn't stand it anymore and stood beside the prisoner without hesitation, "No matter what, you can't let him become your experimental tool!"

"Will you help me?" The prisoner's voice was low but firm. He grabbed Clara's hand, as if looking for the last straw of safety.

"Stop making trouble!" Gellin could no longer bear it and his voice suddenly rose. "This experiment is related to the future scientific development of mankind! We can't stop!"

"Stop!" Clara fought back firmly. "Humanity is not a bargaining chip that can be ignored in the face of science! You can conduct experiments, but you can't harm lives!"

"Stupid!" Gellin's face gradually twisted, losing his usual calmness. "What are you doing, Clara? Do you really want to see scientific progress stagnate?"

"What I want to see is that humanity cannot be ruthlessly trampled upon!" Clara stood in front of the prisoners without hesitation, with a strong sense of responsibility burning in her heart.

At this moment, the door of the laboratory was pushed open again, and a tall guard walked in with an unhappy look on his face. He pointed at Gelling and said sternly: "Experiments should not be conducted here, Gelling! You know that the prison rules cannot be violated!"

"I know!" Gelling responded angrily, but his voice seemed weak under the majesty of the guards. "But this is my research, no one can stop me!"

"Exit the lab now!" The guard's voice was deafening and left no room for doubt. It was obvious that he didn't care about the safety of the prisoners, but only about the rules and regulations.

Clara watched the confrontation between Gelling and the guards, feeling secretly happy. This was an opportunity, an opportunity to stop this unethical experiment.

"You can't do this! He is a human being too!" She pointed at the prisoner and spoke again, her tone firm and powerful.

"He is a prisoner! Follow the rules!" the guard said coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives, staring straight at Gelling.

"I don't care!" Gelling gritted his teeth, furious. The tension in the lab grew more intense, as if everyone was struggling for their own position.

"Go!" The guard waved to Gerling with an extremely determined expression.

Finally, Gelling lowered his head, his anger suppressed deep in his heart. He realized that the guard was not weak and could be bullied, but stood on the side of justice. The microcosm of the experiment was like a power struggle, repeatedly entangled between humanity and science.