ts energy. Even the proud mage was left dumbfounded as his creature could no longer regenerate. He wasn't prepared for Brutols' fierce persistence.

In a final desperate act, the mage summoned a heavily armored warrior from a protective amulet. Towering over three meters, the knight wielded an immense spear, capable of slicing through air. The mage, confident again, proclaimed, “This armored knight is powered by the spirit of the strongest warrior from the last century! No ordinary attack can harm it. Try if you dare.”

“Alright, I'll try,” Brutols replied with a scoff, unimpressed by the mage's boastful claims. Casting multiple white flames, Brutols created several clones of himself, bewildering the mage who had never seen such an ability. These clones attacked the armored knight ferociously, exploiting every gap in its defenses. Despite the knight’s counterattacks, they struck only the flame clones, causing minimal damage.

Brutols soon positioned himself advantageously, against the poorly maneuverable knight weighed down by armor. This allowed Brutols to strike with precise, devastating blows. When the knight divided into multiple forms, Brutols’ quick adaptability turned the tables. He cut off a knight’s head, turning its blood into a fountain, yet it kept attacking like an unthinking automaton.

Increasingly focused, Brutols outmaneuvered the knights, exploiting their every vulnerability. He noticed that eliminating one knight weakened the others, as if they were interconnected.

Clearing wave after wave, Brutols’ confidence soared, making short work of the enchanted knights. After decimating the enemies, he faced the trembling mage, whose bewitching spells seemed to fail before him. Brutols, feeling stronger yet remarkably unspent, approached the mage, whose eyes widened in sheer terror.

“Actually, I should thank you. Without this trial, I wouldn't have realized how much I’ve grown stronger,” Brutols remarked, pondering the astonishing progress he made since arriving in this perilous world. Confrontation with credible threats honed his powers, a luxury not afforded in his peaceful homeworld.

In this corrupt and perilous land, strength dictated survival. In realizing his formidable capabilities, Brutols acknowledged the impossibility of an invincible status here, always a notch below potential unforeseen foes.

“P-please spare me,” the defeated mage begged, but Brutols dispatched him without a second thought, ending his evil for good. 

“That was merciful. Rebirth as someone better might be your only redemption,” Brutols noted, stepping over the lifeless form, and continued further up the tower.

Chapter 8: Journey Through Hell (1)

Upon arriving on this level, Brutols found it surprisingly vast, almost as if it were an entire world on its own

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