American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Gunshots rang out outside the door, but Rune paid no attention, for what he saw before him was an eye-opener. As soon as he entered, he saw ultra-thin slices of human body, various organs preserved in formaldehyde, and dull magical items left untouched on a shelf.

Rune casually pushed open the door to a room. The walls were covered with various medical charts and anatomical diagrams, some yellowed and curled at the edges, the writing blurred and illegible. It was clear that this laboratory had weathered the ravages of time. In the center of the room was a lab bench, its cold metal surface reflecting a faint light, covered with scratches and stains, and filled with all sorts of creepy tools.

On the other side of the room was a row of metal cabinets, piled high with various bottles and test tubes containing liquids of different colors. Some liquids had crystallized, some were still swaying slightly, and some silvery-blue substances were shimmering. At this moment, Rune was actually glad that the system was lazy; at least for now, he didn't want to know what these things were.

Rune then pushed open one door after another. Some rooms were spotless, but others contained meticulously combed human tissue that had been bled out.

In the deepest part of the room, a group of people lay sprawled on the experimental table. Their bodies were tightly bound by cold metal instruments, unable to move. Most of these wizards were young, some dressed in rags, others still wearing complete wizarding robes. Their hair was disheveled, and their eyes were filled with fear, despair, and confusion. Some had their eyes tightly closed, perhaps trying to escape reality to alleviate their inner pain; others stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.

When they heard someone push open the door, some wizards remained calm, as if accepting their fate; some wept softly; and others struggled frantically. The wounds on their wrists and ankles were reopened, and blood seeped out, mixing with the rust and emitting a nauseating, bloody smell.

In the corner, a group of people in white coats were looking at Rune in horror.

Rune had taught them a painful lesson, but because of his bad mood, their deaths were far from peaceful. Some were strangled by their comrades' intestines, some were headless, some had their lower bodies turned into a pool of black, yellow, red, and white rotten flesh, and some were torn in two. Fortunately, their deaths were swift, their descent into hell far faster than those soldiers whose hearts had been pierced. The only pity was that they were also cursed, and Rune couldn't access their memories.

It wasn't until they heard the researchers' cries of agony that some of the wizards cried out for help.

"Don't move, I'm going to get you all out of here."

Lying on the lab table, Misha heard these words and tears welled up in her eyes. She desperately turned her head, trying to see the source of the voice, but even with all her might, she could only make out a blurry figure. However, she didn't have to wait long. A handsome boy walked over and quickly twisted the metal chain off her wrists. The cold restraints were finally gone, and her hands were free again. Misha trembled as she gently rubbed her chafed wrists with her fingers, savoring the long-lost freedom.

Her body was still trembling slightly, but her heart was filled with gratitude and an urge to cry. However, the boy didn't linger, but continued to the next experimental table to save her fellow humans. When Misha finally stood on the ground, she realized her legs were incredibly weak, and she almost collapsed. It was only thanks to the wizard who had just been imprisoned a few days earlier that she was supported, preventing her from showing any weakness in front of her savior.

"Thank you..." she whispered to the wizard beside her, her voice so hoarse it was unbelievable, even to herself. Thankfully, the wizard didn't show any reaction, otherwise she would have been mortified.

After thanking him, Misha looked at the person who had rescued her, her heart filled with gratitude. She didn't even know how to express her feelings; she opened her mouth, but found that her words of thanks were already the limit. She was already choked with emotion and unable to speak. Tears streamed down her face, but Misha knew she was saved—from this horrific laboratory, from those inhumane experiments. She had never looked forward to the future so much. Although her body was still weak, she knew that as long as she was alive, there was hope.

However, just as Misha began to yearn for a new life, several wizards cried out, "Please, go and save those children!"

The wizards' selfless words and noble character pained Misha deeply. She realized she had only cared for herself, neglecting the plight of the children who had been kidnapped with her. Discovering her own baseness was more painful than recognizing the excellence of others.

"Can you take care of yourselves?" the boy asked.

Only then did Misha have a chance to closely observe her savior's face. She immediately became infatuated. The boy's face was breathtakingly handsome, with exquisitely shaped eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, and slightly pursed lips that conveyed a hint of seriousness. A few stray strands of hair fell slightly messily across his forehead, and his skin was as white as jade, radiating a healthy glow, as if gently kissed by the sun, yet untouched by any dust.

It was a long time before Misha finally came to her senses, after the wizard who had just helped her had left. She had no idea what had just happened, but she remembered Rune's appearance.

"Handsome, right?" Misha looked over and realized that the person who had just spoken was the wizard who had helped her up, and that she was actually a girl. So she nodded, blushing, and said, "Yes."

By this time, Rune had left, and all the wizards were free. They cried and laughed, venting their frustrations before finally contemplating what to do first. Several wizards rushed to the corpses of the researchers Rune had killed, grabbed chains, and began whipping the bodies mercilessly across the ground in their fury. They hated the researchers so much that some even lay on the ground, tore off pieces of flesh with their teeth, chewed them a dozen times, and then spat them out.

However, the other wizards didn't treat them with any dignity either, for they too longed to eat their flesh and drink their blood. Unlike the soldiers outside who sometimes sympathized with them, these researchers thoroughly enjoyed torturing these wizards. Perhaps it was a moment of folly after gaining the power of life and death, perhaps they were inherently cold-blooded and took pleasure in the screams of others, or perhaps it was jealousy of their ability to cast spells. These wizards, educated in the magical world, suffered terribly at the hands of these Muggles.

After her infatuation subsided, Misha went with the other wizards to find something to eat. The departure of her savior left her feeling somewhat lost. Although she managed to fill her stomach, Misha simply huddled in a corner, lost in thought. She was a little confused when, just then, the wizard who had helped her earlier sat down with her.

"I want to follow him," the witch said, "just as the Sorcerers followed Grindelwald, and the Death Eaters followed Mystic."

Misha nodded blankly, then she remembered how the boy had saved her. This time, she nodded firmly.