I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

"[Fire From Heaven]"

>VWOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHH<

What seemed like a flash of lightning— but was actually a pillar of scorching fire— descended from the sky in a burst of crimson flames.

Parting the clouds in an eviscerating manner, it landed precisely on the target—the overgrown lizard who was chewing on my Golems.

"Burn to ash."

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!<

A cloud of smoke, flames, and shock-waves, filled the air—sending every being on the battlefield and beyond into dead silence.

The loud eruption caused by my Spell was enough to cause even the Monsters to cease their primal urge for violence.

Everyone stood completely still.

I observed all of this from my vantage point, happy to be able to attain victory in such a flashy manner. I heard shrieks and loud shouts of joy from the residents of Dulum.

They all praised me as though it would be the last thing they would do.

As for the demons, they all fell—not to their deaths, but into despair.

I reckoned their knees gave out in fear when they finally understood the hopelessness of the situation.

It was inevitable, after all.

I commanded the monsters to pause, and they did. The Golems also stopped attacking. There was no need for anymore violence.

My point had been made.

From the way their soldiers fell into despondency, and how the Generals quaked while looking in my direction, I confirmed what I already knew…

…The demons had already lost.

"And with that… let the curtains fall."

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The demons shuddered in trepidation, as they watched the descent of the all-powerful monarch that descended from the sky.

There were no words they could use to describe the entity who approached them, or the defeat he caused them to taste.

Dread filled their hearts, and they found themselves paralyzed in fear.

Demons… scared of a mere human… how absurd was that?

"M-my Dragon…" Kiko's voice quaked as she spoke.

Her strongest 'pet' was now nothing more than a pile of burning flesh. It's remains were scattered all about, engulfed by the flames that fell from the sky.

Every other Demon General—those who were conscious, at least—knew Kiko's Dragon to be their trump card.

It was stronger than all of them, yet something of that caliber was destroyed in a single hit?

How could any of them compete with that kind of power?!

"You've done well resisting, but the end is inevitable." The deep baritone of the powerful human filled the air.

Every single being below him was forced to bow their heads in reverence… every single one of them subject to the one who would decide their survival.

Even the strongest demon in their ranks—Heshu—already understood that the power he currently faced surpassed his. Based on Stats alone, Heshu was still no match.

In addition, he was surrounded by hostiles that would ultimately lead him to his death.

The Generals who were still conscious envied the two who had chosen the easy way out—Hogun and Adu, those lucky bastards.

Jez. Pierrus. Bulik. Kiko. Shuuma. White. Black.

All of them stared in dread.

"Do you understand now? The mistakes you have made…"

The battalion that surrounded the city slowly converged in a single location, under the guidance of the Golems, and the culling they underwent.

With every major player—save the corpses and unconscious—gathered in the north of the city, every one simply had to face one direction to witness humanity's champion.

"You dared to attack my city. For that, you'll pay dearly."

None of the demons present had any intention of begging a human for their life. No—why would they? But that didn't stop them from fearing for their lives.

Even if they were going to die, they still had their pride as the supreme species on the planet.

"I-I give up!"

"I surrender!"

"P-please spare my life!"

"I'll do anything to live!"

"D-don't kill me… please!"

"I-I have kids!"

"E-er… my parents are ill!"

"At least let my wife off the hook!"

"Take my husband instead!"

"Don't kill ussss!"

One after the other, the proud beings known as demons experienced the ultimate kind of humiliation.

They surrendered.

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"Now that's more like it." The human grinned, watching as the members of the demon race bowed before him.

Well, not all of them.

"You lot won't surrender?"

There were certain demons who refused to bow before the human, whom they considered scum. A few of the Mid-Demons held on to their demonic pride, inspired by their leaders who also refused to back down—

—The Demon Generals.

Of course, a few of the Generals surrendered.

Jez, Bulik, Shuuma, White, and Black—all five bowed in homage to awe-inspiring power before them.

"You must think you're quite brave. Why would you rather die than beg for your lives?" The human asked those who stubbornly held on to their pride.

Their loyalty was commendable. Perhaps, despite their differences, they were bound by a single thought;

'We won't ever betray the Demon Army!'

If that was the case, then their bravery was quite commendable.

"You killed my Dragon! There's no way I'm going to surrender to a jerk like you!" Kiko yelled, fuming with rage.

It was no joke. She was truly upset!

"Hey, you're kidding, right? Throwing a fit at this point?" Pierrus, her more rational colleague asked in disbelief.

Anyone who observed her actions would think she was crazy—no, downright suicidal.

"Hmph! Speak for yourself, genius. Why don't you surrender? Isn't that the 'smart' thing to do?"

She was right. To ensure their survival, wouldn't it be best to swallow their pride and bow in subservience?

Why, then, wasn't Pierrus, the demon known for pragmatism, taking the most logical approach?

"I wonder why I'm not surrendering… sigh, I can't explain it. The optimal way to ensure survival would be to follow him, yet…"

As someone who had always followed the most optimal course of action, he had developed some sort of intuition that told him the best course of action to take.

"… I don't think it's for the best."

That was Pierrus' conclusion.

"And what about you, hatted demon? Why will you not surrender?"

Heshu, the gentlemanly demon—looking as impeccable as usual—sighed in exasperation.

His clothes oddly remained in good condition despite the chaps that had just ensued. His hat sat regally atop his head.

"This is simply my lot. I lost, therefore… 'tis my fate what happens next."