I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

"WHAT?!" The responses of the Adventurers—or at least most of them—were filled with surprise and disbelief.

Do nothing? Despite the threat that was right in their doorsteps? Despite how much help the Legendary Dragon Slayer had given them? They couldn't do anything at this point?

"You all misunderstand." A feminine voice cut them short. "I don't think the Vice Guildmaster is done."

The one who spoke was Asa, the rising rookie Adventurer. No one had anything against her, and her words made sense, so the audience instantly realized their mistake.

They had jumped to conclusions even when, Zabdel wasn't done with his message.

With a smile oozing of confidence and slight dread for his opponents, the Vice Guildmaster chuckled and uttered the words.

"Leave everything to me... that's what the Legendary Dragon Slayer said."

Everyone's eyes widened. Their bodies trembled in excitement, and their hearts raced. Anticipation ran wild amid them.

They all shared a single, obvious thought.

'What will he do this time?!'

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>WHOOOOSHHHH<

"Hey, did you hear something?" A Mid-Demon asked his partner.

They were both watchmen, serving to inform the.members of their camp of any attack or event out if the ordinary should they occur.

Of course, this was a very drab and boring job. For hours since their shift began, none had seen even the slightest hint of an enemy.

Wasn't it a joke, at this point?

"You're probably imagining things." The partner responded, yawning as he smacked his lips.

One more hour, and two other unfortunate souls would take their position.

Both guards apparently couldn't wait to tuck in for a night's rest—at least until they got to slaughter humans the next day.

"Hehehe... he... hehe... eeehhh...?" One of the guards suddenly froze in terror as his gaze fell behind his partner.

All life drained from his face instantly, as a terrified expression formed on his face.

"What's wrong, buddy? You look—"

"B-behind... behind y-you..." His voice was hoarse, and his tone rang of fear.

"What are you talking abou—" Suddenly, something cold gripped his shoulder, causing him to freeze in his position.

The frightened Demon also felt something touch his shoulders, feeling a chill of fear and great anxiety wash over them.

Both Demons could see the 'things' behind the other. Saliva forcefully went down there dry throats, and they prepared to take the most reasonable cause of action.

After all, the creatures that held them in position were the antithesis of the Demon Race. The only thing that frightened them—at least to some degree.

That was why... this was the only thing they could do in this situation. They shut their eyes tight and prepared their vocal cords for what would come next.

It was....

"UWAAAHHHHH!!! GHOOOOSSSTTTTSSSSS!!!"

... A scream for help.

>WHOOOOOSSSSHHHH!!!<

Several hundreds of spectres—ghosts in plain language—invaded the camp, sending it into a throe of chaos.

Demons jumped from their tents, screaming and causing pandemonium as the incorporeal beings cackled in laughter and excitement.

Some screamed with tears pouring from their eyes, while others sucked their thumbs in a corner.

They all shared one thing in common... all of them were scared stiff of the ghosts!

You see, Spectres didn't have physical forms, and they were one of the most annoying kinds of creatures to deal with. Without an ability to seal them, or the possession of astral attributes, it was nigh impossible to win.

Of all the measures used to take care of Spectres, though, the most effective means was Holy Magic. Unfortunately, Demons were dark creatures of wickedness. None of them could be considered 'Holy'... at least not in the sense that was required to purge the Spectres.

Some Priest Demons existed, but their abilities didn't revolve around exorcisms. They were simply more adept at rasing the dead or creating lifeless immortal soldiers.

Any could hardly be seen purging evil beings with Holy Magic.

As such, Spectres were the very natural enemies of Demons!

"ARGHHHH! "

"STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY!"

"MOMMMYYYYYY!!!"

That said...

"Would you get a grip, soldiers? The Spectres can't even do anything to you. They're incorporeal entities!" With a fierce shout proceeding from his lungs, Hogun instantly brought his camp to order.

... Spectres couldn't exactly harm Demons either. Sure, they dealt some astral damage to their opponents, but Demons had resistant bodies.

Most Spectres didn't even grant much damage, to begin with, and could only inflict the [Fear] Status on people. That meant the Demons were practically impervious to any actual damage.

Take away the fear... and there really was nothing to worry about.

"Any soldier who screams will die by my hands! Now hold your grounds!"

"E-eeep...."

Slowly and steadily, the camp regained order, and the Spectres abandoned the Demons after realizing there was no more fear to be harvested.

>WHOOOOSHHHH<

"Damn... we should have erected an additional barrier against incorporeal entities." Hogun murmured to himself.

He wondered where the Spectres came from, suspecting the humans once more. How they were able to control the ghosts was something he couldn't figure out, though.

'Well played, humans. You would go this far?' To be frank, Hogun was also trembling in his boots. He was just very adept at not depicting his fear when it counted.

That was how great his will was!

"I wonder how the others are coping..." He glanced at both his right and left, hearing distant screams from the neighboring camps.

Apparently, not so well.

"Ah, I forgot about Adu. Shit... you've got us this time, humans!"

Quickening his pace, the lion-faced Hogun rushed in the direction of his friend. Hopefully, the child-like Demon hadn't wet himself before his arrival.

'Hang in there... Adu!'

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"EEEEEEEKKKKK!!!"

The one known as Adu the Malevolent was curled up in a ball as he hid in a corner.

Several Spectres hovered around his camp and several screams pierced the air. However, the Demon General covered his ears as his iron will crumbled.

His usual confidence was basically non-existent.

Tears fell from his eyes eyes as he shivered in his safe corner—at least he hoped so.

'H-help me... please... help meeee!!!'