Kryptonian: Man of Steel

Strange took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner fluctuations. He knew that he could not rely on intuition and belief in this debate, but needed to provide strong evidence to support his point of view.

"I can be sure."

He nodded confidently, "Because the soul does not exist, that's the fact."

However, Luther did not back down because of Strange's determination.

He still had that faint smile on his face, but his eyes revealed an indescribable sharpness.

"What is the evidence that the soul does not exist?"

He asked slowly, with a bit of provocation and expectation in his tone.

Strange was startled, he really hadn't thought about this question.

In his concept, the non-existence of the soul is a self-evident fact that does not need any evidence to support it.

However, facing Luther's question, he suddenly realized that his position seemed a little untenable.

"If it does not exist, it does not exist."

He responded somewhat weakly, with a bit of embarrassment and helplessness in his voice.

Luther smiled slightly, as if he had expected Strange's answer.

"I asked you to produce evidence."

There was a bit of joking and seriousness in his words, "Produce evidence that proves the non-existence of the soul!"

This question made Strange fall into deep thought.

He tried to recall the medical and scientific knowledge he had learned, trying to find evidence to prove that the soul does not exist.

However, he soon found that this was an almost impossible task.

Because, within the scope of science, it is impossible to prove the non-existence of a non-existent thing.

"I... I am a doctor. I have seen many people finish their last journey in front of me, but I have never seen any soul!"

Strange finally spoke, with a bit of haste and uneasiness in his voice. He tried to use his professional experience to support his point of view, but such arguments were obviously not sufficient.

Luther shook his head gently, still with that faint smile on his face. "Does something that I have not seen not exist?" He walked to the side of the chair and sat down, leaning back slightly, revealing a deep thought in his eyes.

Strange scratched his head and said hesitantly, "It's not just me. No one in the world has seen it."

Luther laughed, with a hint of sarcasm and helplessness in his laughter.

"Have you interviewed people all over the world? Have people all over the world clearly told you that the soul does not exist?"

There was a hint of wit and sarcasm in his words, as if telling Strange: Your argument is too narrow and one-sided.

Strange was speechless for a moment, and he felt that his debate seemed to have reached a deadlock.

He tried to find new arguments to support his point of view, but unfortunately, he found that he had fallen into the logical trap set by Luther and could not extricate himself.

"So you have no evidence at all, right? Just based on your own opinion, you arbitrarily believe that the soul does not exist..."

Luther spread his hands and shook his head and said.

There was a hint of blame and disappointment in his tone.

"Is this the way a doctor who believes in materialistic scientific views should do?"

Strange's face became a little ugly, and he felt that his dignity and beliefs were challenged.

However, he also realized that he did not provide strong evidence to support his point of view in this debate. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Uh..." He pondered for a moment and finally spoke, "Maybe you are right, I really don't have conclusive evidence to prove the non-existence of the soul. However, I believe that science and reason can reveal the truth of the universe. And the illusory concept of the soul does not meet the standards of science and reason."

"Mr. Strange, you are a person who sees the world from a hole. You have been trying to make this hole bigger all your life to gain more knowledge."

The words of the Ancient One flowed like a stream, with an irresistible attraction, "Now, you have an unprecedented opportunity to let you glimpse the wider world, but you are hesitant and even want to refuse."

The corners of Mr. Strange's mouth drooped slightly, and he shook his head firmly: "I refuse because I don't believe in souls and mental power! These are just nonsense! Humans are material, our existence, our thinking, and our emotions are all the result of material activities, that's all!"

The Ancient One frowned slightly, and she obviously did not expect Strange to refuse so firmly.

But her face soon regained its composure, and she looked at Strange deeply, as if trying to see through his eyes and see his true thoughts deep in his heart.

At this time, Luther laughed contemptuously beside him.

His laughter echoed in the empty room, like a sharp knife, cutting through the already tense atmosphere. Mr. Strange's eyes immediately turned to Luther, his eyes full of anger and dissatisfaction.

"And you, what else can you do besides arguing?" Strange accused angrily, "You asked me to produce evidence to prove that the soul does not exist, then can you produce evidence to prove that the soul exists?"

Luther shrugged lightly.

"Of course I can."

Luther smiled slightly, and his eyes flashed with an indescribable light.

"If I don't have evidence, I won't stand here and argue with you. Don't you realize who I'm talking to? Turn your head and look over there."

Mr. Strange turned his head in confusion, and his eyes swept around the room.

However, he didn't find anything unusual. He frowned, and just when he was about to refute Luther, he was suddenly stunned.

Right next to Master Gu Yi, where he had just stood, a bearded man was lying upright.

He was motionless, as if he had lost his life.

However, when Mr. Strange looked at this man carefully, he suddenly realized that this man was exactly the same as himself!

Mr. Strange subconsciously lowered his head, and his eyes fell on his hands.

However, what he saw terrified him.

He found that his hands had become translucent, as if they would dissipate in the air at any time.

Not only that, his body began to blur, like an oil painting soaked in water.

"Ah!"

Mr. Strange screamed and took two steps back.

His face was full of fear and shock. He couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.