Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1005 The Existence of the Soul

Strange took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil. 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 confirm that."

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

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 hint of provocation and anticipation in his tone.

Strange was stunned. He really hadn't thought about this question.

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

However, facing Luther's questions, he suddenly realized that his position seemed somewhat untenable.

"If it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist."

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

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

"I asked you to produce evidence."

There was a mixture of joking and seriousness in his words, "Produce evidence that proves the soul does not exist!"

This question made Strange fall into deep thought.

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

However, he soon discovered 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'm a doctor. I've seen many people die in front of me, but I've never seen a soul!"

Strange finally spoke, his voice a little hurried and uneasy. He tried to use his professional experience to support his point of view, but such arguments were obviously not sufficient.

Luther shook his head slightly, still with a faint smile on his face. "Does something that I haven't seen not exist?" He walked to a seat nearby and sat down, leaning back slightly, his eyes revealing a deep thought.

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

Luther laughed, and there was 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 bit of wit and sarcasm in his words, as if he was 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 himself trapped in the logical trap set by Luther and could not extricate himself.

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

Luther spread his hands, shook his head and said, his tone was filled with a bit of blame and disappointment.

"Is this what a doctor who believes in materialistic scientific view should do?"

Strange's face turned a little ugly. 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.

"Um..." He pondered for a moment and finally spoke, "Perhaps you are right. I do not 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 through a hole, and you spend your life trying to make the hole bigger in order to gain more knowledge."

The words of Master Ancient One flowed like a stream, carrying an irresistible attraction, "Now, you have an unprecedented opportunity that allows you to 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 soul and spiritual power! These are just nonsense! Human beings are material. Our existence, our thinking, and our emotions are all the result of material activities, nothing more!"

Master Ancient One frowned slightly. She obviously did not expect Strange to refuse so firmly.

But her face quickly returned to calm, 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 moment, Luther let out a scornful laugh beside him.

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

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

Luther shrugged lightly.

"Of course I can."

Luther smiled slightly, with an indescribable light flashing in his eyes.

"If I didn't have evidence, I wouldn't be standing here arguing with you. Don't you realize who I'm talking to? Turn your head and look over there."

Mr. Strange turned away in confusion, his eyes scanning the room.

However, he did not find anything unusual. He frowned and was about to refute Luther, but suddenly froze.

Right next to Master Ancient One, 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 person carefully, he suddenly realized that this person was exactly like himself!
Mr. Strange lowered his head subconsciously, his eyes fell on his hands.

However, what he saw horrified him.

He discovered that his hands had become translucent, as if they would disappear into the air at any time.

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

"what!"

Mr. Strange uttered a cry of surprise and took two steps back.

His face was filled with fear and shock, he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

(End of this chapter)