Just as I was about to scream, the bear looked straight at me, inducing fear in my brain. The fur had a silver sheen, and it's eyes were... another story. It's mouth was holding a limp deer, apparently the kill of the day that the bear had caught. This wasn't an enemy I could fight yet; it could crush me with one paw

Holy shit, time to run.

As I turned back, and slowly backed away, new notifications popped up

[Fear's Dominance]

Due to the [Silver Bear] having a win percentage of >50%, you cannot escape

[Fear's Control]

Due to the [Silver Bear] having a win percentage of >90%, special condition [Fear] is activated

[Fear's Fate]

Due to the [Silver Bear] having a win percentage of >99%, you cannot move.

The hell? I had such a low chance to win? What was with these unbalanced debuffs? Was the Silver Bear this strong? Hurriedly, I tried to make a tactical escape up a tree, but then found the fact that my legs wouldn't move. They just felt like stones, and the bear was getting closer by the minute.

As I struggled to at least move towards the bush, a dark silhouette hovered over me. The bear was not happy about an intruder straying so close to his territory, especially a weak one like me. His claws raked my back, and I screamed in agony. It hurt so much more than I thought it would.

Blood was rushing out, and my fucking legs still wouldn't move.

I did not use a 27 billion dollar item just to die to a puny bear. It was all or nothing, and I had 2 choices left.

I could...

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Meet my inevitable death

or punch it.

I decided that "meeting my inevitable death" didn't sound too good, so I decided to punch it. I raised my fist, and threw a punch with all of my remaining strength. It connected, and...

The bear didn't feel it at all. The fucking bear didn't care a shit about my punch. It shrugged it off, and went back to pummeling me, now on the stomach.

I had no choices left, except to wait for help. I wrapped my arms around my body, and defended like a turtle. 30 minutes later, I discovered that...

(A) No one was going to come for help, and

(B) The bear had infinite stamina

It just wouldn't stop. I think it found satisfaction in my trembling and kept on scratching away. it would rest for a minute, and then go back to the attack. Fortunately, I had a plan. I would distract the bear by running to one side, duck into a bush, use the [(Not Really) Quiet Movements], and pray to the Holy Lord that the bear wouldn't notice where I was.

Just as the bear paused for a quick break, I took the opportunity, and used my hands to roll into the bush. Then, I whispered out the skill's name, and laid still.

I could see the bear's visual confusion. He was an ace in the physical department, but not too much in the Bureau of intelligence.

After a few minutes, the bear trudged away, sulking about the fact that it failed to kill me. I breathed a sigh of relief as the debuffs faded away, and I was able to walk again. Slowly, I pulled myself up, and started walking to the cottage where Jacob was currently residing.

As I slowly opened the door, I heard a scream

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? You go out for 5 hours, and you come back covered in blood, grime, and... what even is that?", Jacob exclaimed as he pointed to a black thing stuck on my shoulder.

"Ehh, I'll tell you the story later, but for now, may I please come inside?"

After a nice shower which I deserved, I sat down on the wooden table while Jacob prepared some food for me. I then asked a question that was lingering in my mind for a while

"Jacob, what skill do you possess?"

"Well, I have the skill [Cooking Master], which lets me... cook better. What did you expect? Some fraudulent skill that lets me summon dragons, or change my body to a demon, or be a master swordsman?"

Well, I knew that they existed... because I had all 3 of them in my past life.

"Now shut up, and just eat your stew."

After some small talk, I rose from my chair, walked into the corridor, and flopped on my bed. I would kill the silver bear later, but it was time to sleep.