I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

"[Fire From Heaven]"

>VWOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHH<

In what would seem like a flash of lightning— but instead a pillar of scorching fire—a crimson burst of flames descended from the sky.

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

"Burn to ash."

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!<

A cloud of smoke, flames, and definitely shockwaves, manifested—sending every being on the battlefield and beyond into dead silence.

The loud eruption of my Spell was enough to cause even the Monsters to cease their primal call for violence.

Everyone simply stood still.

I observed all of this from my heights, happy to be able to provide such a flashy service. I heard shrieks and loud shouts 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 in death, but simply 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 longer any point to the violence.

My point had been made.

From the way their common soldiers fell into despondency, and how the Generals quaked while looking in my direction, I knew it already...

...The Demons had already lost.

"And with that... let the curtains fall."

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The Demons shuddered in response to the descent of the all-powerful monarch that descended from the sky.

There was no other expression 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 single 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 corpse was scattered all about, doused in 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 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 voice from above rang.

Every single being beneath was forced to raise 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 that of his. In stats alone, even he would be pulverized.

Plus, 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 circular formation that surrounded the city slowly converged in a single location thanks to 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 absolute life forms 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 prideful 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 scum. A few of the Mid-Demons held on to their demonic pride, inspired by the 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 the insurmountable 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 refused to give up.

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 actions were inspiring indeed.

"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 saw 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 preserve their survival, wouldn't it be best to swallow their pride and claim subservience?

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

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"I wonder why I'm not surrendering... sigh, I can't explain it. The most obvious means of survival should be to follow him, yet..."

As someone who had always followed the greater profit, 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—who would usually be in his civilized outfit—sighed in exasperation.

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

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