I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

A chilly atmosphere pervaded the ruined city of Dulum as nine Demon Generals faced off against a single human.

Such a sight had never once been seen since the dawn of time.

Humans could never hope to reach the heights of Demons... ever! Yet here was one who had injured not one, but three Demon Generals.

And now, he stood unfazed against nine. It was inconceivable, to say the least.

And it was for this very reason that several ones on the side of chaos found themselves swelling with rage and disbelief.

A few were cautious. A few were curious. Both most were furious.

How dare a human?!

"That\'s it!" A bulky Demon finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

He had already reached his limits in tolerating a mere human acting up. As a Mid-Demon who had reached the epitome of power afforded to him, he understood the status quo very well.

"I\'m going to end this." The Demon General stepped forward, leaving the rest of his comrades behind as he approached the puny human.

None of his comrades stopped him. The curious ones wanted to see what would occur. The wary ones couldn\'t be bothered about their colleague\'s rash actions. The enraged ones wanted the human to be taught a lesson.

In essence, they all waited to see the aftermath.

"I am Bulik, proud member of the Demon Race and a Demon General serving under my Lord and Master..."

Now right in front of the human, whose expression remained blank and unfazed, the Orc-Tortoise Demon General found it fitting to pound some sense into him.

"... Your actions are—!"

>SWISH!<

"I don\'t care."

In a single vertical slash, faster than eyes could perceive, the Demon General Bulik was rend into two.

His right and left side fell into opposite sides and purple blood splattered out as he fell.

"W-WHA—?!" Cries pierced the air, and each being expressed shock to some degree.

The only one unsurprised was the perpetrator of the action itself.

His gaze remained the same, even as Demon Blood touched his feet and the equally divided chunks of meat were right beneath him.

In his hand was a blade, gleaming purple and black. The energy gathered on it defied common sense.

"Looks like it\'s sharp enough." He murmured, splattering the remnant blood of the deceased Demon on the ground.

His cold, glassy gaze now fixed itself on the surprised Demons.

"Eight left."

His words sent chills down their spines. Some went as far as giving short yelps of terror.

"H-how...?! Bulik has the highest defense among us, doesn\'t he?" Murmurs rose within the group.

It was one of the reason why they all thought it was best to leave him be. Bulik was a monolith—an epitome of defensive prowess.

How could he have been slashed so easily?

"H-hey... Bulik, come on... stand!" His pale partner—Jez—spoke.

Her desperate eyes looked at his corpse with palpitation and a strange feeling of pain. Usually, gore excited her. But now...

"I sense Lucy from you. You killed her too, didn\'t you?"

"W-well—!!!" Sweat formed on her face the moment the human\'s hollow voice sounded.

Jez never thought she would be so frightened of a human, yet here she was. Perhaps it was because of the sudden death of her partner that she—

"Eek!" Her voice squeaked as she watched him move.

"Don\'t act unbecoming of a Demon, Jez. We\'re all here, so there\'s no way he can bypass us and—"

>FWHOOOSSHH!!<

With speed imperceivable by any of the Demon Generals, he reached their midst and sliced off the head the pale Demon.

>SPLOOOSH<

Blood poured out like a fountain, bathing the Demons in it. At this point, all seven could no longer ignore the human—especially since he was in their turf.

"Seven left."

***********

Now at the center of the enemies, I felt their pressure encompass me, but it was hardly overwhelming.

Before the start of this battle, I was Level 105. While they would have had higher Stats than me due to their nature as Demons, I had spent a good deal of Stat Points buffing my speed, vitality, and—just recently—my strength.

All of my Stats were higher than the respective Demons, and that was without the buff of my Skills.

I was faster, stronger, and I had the decisive weapon to kill them.

The Evil Warding Blade—one of the new Skills I obtained.

It functioned less like a Skill since it allowed me to summon a weapon (The Evil Warding Blade).

The blade\'s sustenance was my Mana, and it would vanish once its source of sustenance reached bottom barrel.

With these, I was already top of my game. However, two Demon Generals had just died by my hands.

My current Level was... 150.

"[Draconic Transformation]."

>BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM<

The energy burst from my transformation blew all the Demons away.

I stood on my lonesome, feeling an increase in energy like never before.

In my current state... just how powerful was I?

As though presenting themselves as guinea pigs, two Demon lunged at me—one white and shaped like a furball, the other black and menacing.

"I wonder..."

"YOU IDIOTS, WAIT!" A loud shout caused them to falter in their steps, but it was too late.

A single strike from killed them before they even had the chance to activate whatever Skills they wanted to.

"Everyone, stay away from him. I\'ll use an Area of Effect Spell to—"

>WHOOOOSSHHH<

My blade met that Demon\'s throat next. As it pierced his neck, I sliced upward—severing the head into two.

My dull eyes slowly began gaining color, and I found myself grinning in ecstacy.

My Level was increasing, and watching these monsters get a taste of their medicine made me ecstatic.

\'Serves you right!\' I thought wildly.

They deserved it, after all.

"Six lef—"

"PIERRRUSSS!!! You monster!" A Pink haired Demon screamed, tears falling from her cheeks.

\'Tears? You dare bring forth tears?\'

She looked like an innocent and kind princess, yet wasn\'t she among the ones who devastated this place?

How could she cry? Did she just call me a monster?

ME?!