I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

"T-this is...?!"

The Demon's eyes widened and his jaws slowly dropped.

The presence he was feeling made him, a powerful Demon in own right, shake. It was no ordinary presence gotten from strength or trickery.

It was a strange power that commanded an emotion that even he found extremely difficult to express.

—Awe!

"Something strong is here... and it's getting closer. We'll have to conclude this meeting for now." The Mid-Demon looked away from the Divining Orb.

His gaze was now transfixed on the tent's exit as he readied himself to leave.

~Need some backup? How serious is it?~

A voice spoke from beyond the Divining Orb. Of course, it belonged to the most obnoxious one among them.

He wasn't saying it out of concern, but mockery. The Lion-Headed Demon knew that quite well.

"No." His response was swift and deep.

~I see. Bummer! Looks like your pride won't let you accept help from another. Hahaha!~

The Mid-Demon ignored his colleague's snarky remark and simply moved away from the Orb, preparing himself for what he might find once he opened the blinds.

He found responding to be a waste of time. Why? Because his comrade was wrong about the reason for his refusal.

'The enemy might be trying to break our formation with this. There's no way I'll allow that to happen.'

Unless the situation was extreme, it was preferable to hold the fort himself and handle the crisis than to risk losing what they had worked considerably hard to build.

Victory was already within their grasp, so it would be foolish to throw everything away due to a single threat.

'It's not about pride. I just want to complete this mission...'

And it wasn't even because he had some personal stake in the affairs of the Adventurers living in the barbaric city.

He didn't even care about them in the slightest. Rather...

'I just want to please him. If this is what he wants, then I will achieve it to the best of my ability.'

That was all there was to it.

Clearing the blinds from his path, he greeted sunlight into the room. The Demon didn't bother. squinting his enhanced eyes as he stepped out into the day.

As his feet trod the dry, infertile ground, his body came to a slow halt as he witnessed the bizarre sight that was occuring before his eyes.

"What is... this madness?"

His body was tensed and sticky sweat began appearing on his skin as he took in something impossible.

Right before his eyes, the Demon saw a devastating crater that devastated a chunk of his territory. That was simply the start.

His army of one thousand and forty nine—minus him—had all fallen.

Some seemed to have died as a result of the explosion, but the bloody entrails of the Demons on the ground told him that a fair amount were killed by someone.

Gore and blood filled his eyesight, and all his soldiers were already dead. How swiftly it must have happened—killing all of them in a flash, before he could even leave his tent—the Mid-Demon wondered.

'I... I should ask him, shouldn't I?' His eyes focused on the only being that was standing amid the bloody corpses.

The blood that dripped from his blade, and the enormous amount of energy pouring from him was enough to tell the Mid-Demon who the perpetrator of this carnage was.

Sparks of blue and white lightning flashed around the being, and he was covered in scales like a dragon.

He was bipedal, though, and even though two horns protruded from his head, he didn't give off the vibe of a Demon.

The power this intruder possessed, as well as his form, led the Mid-Demon General to conclude on only one choice.

"A Dragonoid? Aren't those rare, though?" As whispers escaped his breath, he noticed the being glance at him.

'Keukk!'

The dangerous look of the being screamed of calm bloodlust, driving the instincts of the Demon crazy.

The way his expression was cold despite wreaking such havoc unnerved the Demon General, but not enough to make him lose his cool.

'Still, what is this unrest I feel within me? Somehow... I don't want to fight this one.' It was strange, but that was what the Mid-Demon noticed.

"It seems you're the only one here... a General." As the voice of the Dragonoid emerged, the air seemed to vibrate.

His tone contained more power than the Lion-Headed Demon ever mustered.

What in the world was going on here?!

'Dragonoids are rare, but they shouldn't be powerful enough to make me feel this way...'

Perhaps it was the effect of a Skill?

'I have a high level of resistance, so unless he's a higher level than I am... using a Skill to command this effect shouldn't be possible.'

Was it even possible for a Dragonoid to be on the same plane of power as he, a Demon General of the highest order?

'I have reached the pinnacle of Middle Class Demons... I'm Level 100 according to the Divining Stone.'

Dragonoids had a cap of about Level 70, maybe 80. After all, they weren't pure Dragons. Depending on the other half portion of their race, their Cap grew higher. Still, it wasn't supposed to exceed Level 80.

'I should be superior to him, so why...?' The Mid-Demon found himself shaking the more he thought about it.

"It seems you understand the level of power that exists between us." The Dragonoid's voice echoed in the Mid-Demon's ears.

Somehow, that made him annoyed.

'I'm a Demon, aren't I? This defies reason. How can a Dragonoid be stronger than I am!'

Being unable to control his dissatisfaction and frustration any longer, he made to voice out his stance.

>VSUUUUUUU<

However, before he could declare anything, the Dragonoid form evaporated in a flash. The blue and white sparks of energy vanished.

The blue scales and Dragon tail also disappeared, leaving behind a being within the fog of transformation.

"Nnnghh!!!"

After regaining his composure from the surprise he got from the dispersal of energy, the Demon General glared in the direction of his opponent.

However—

"U-uh?"

At this point, the the Demon felt like he could die of shock. What was now in front of him defied all expectations.

"Y-you?! No way! You're human?!"