s, his effort much greater than his peers’, so he did not just evade.

He crouched and drew his short knife, which became enveloped in fierce red flames, as if incinerating the air. Brutols, moving as one with the knife, hurled himself at the bear, striking it. The bear, taken aback by Brutols' agility, became furious. Legends claimed its emergence was a bad omen, but Brutols believed all beasts were merely animals. Now, he aimed to make this Seven-Colored Divine Bear his dinner.

A large gash opened on the bear's belly, blood pouring out, turning the grass red. The bear's glow intensified, resembling a giant, multicolored bulb scaring other forest animals away. In no time, the area was devoid of all but Brutols and the bear. Brutols knew only one of them would survive, and he believed it would be him. He stabbed at the bear, now glowing green, the light transforming into vines that ensnared his knife.

Without his knife, Brutols had to rely on hand-to-hand combat — his specialty. His rigorous training and fire abilities made him powerful. However, underestimating the bear was a mistake; it wielded multiple powers, unlike typical superhumans with one. He knew he couldn’t be careless.

"Damn, I didn’t expect such a tough fight while hunting. Well, time to do a public service," Brutols muttered. The superpowered organization worked for the government’s highest authority for a fee, but Brutols often did it for free, much to others' annoyance. However, to him, life-or-death battles were the best training.

His fire powers were among the strongest in the organization, and his diligence secured his position. Thus, though some resented him, none dared confront him. Brutols couldn’t care less about these money-grubbers and maintained a “live and let live” policy. But this time, facing an opponent like the Seven-Colored Divine Bear, even a small team might struggle.

Determined to defeat the bear alone, Brutols aimed to do his good deed without recognition, like a mysterious hero. Steeling himself, he stared into the bear’s red eyes. He attacked the bear’s left cheek with two arcs of flame, causing it to turn. Seizing the moment, he hammered a fiery blow to its jaw, knocking it down. Brutols didn’t waste the opportunity, driving his short knife into its brain.

“Phew, almost got killed by that bear. Too dangerous,” Brutols wiped sweat from his brow, knowing he couldn’t hunt alone next time. Perhaps he’d invite his colleague Wang, who also loved outdoor barbecue, to join him. Before he could gather his thoughts, the bear’s body radiated multicolored light, enveloping him. As if through a time tunnel, similarly to how Doraemon took Nobita, Brutols found himself transported to another world. 

Brutols was certain he had traveled to a different world, having read

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