I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

"Oof... you guys are as bloody as always." The Pink-Haired Demon said, taking in the awful sight that screamed of barbarism

Not all Demons were bloody savages. Some had class... finesse.

"Isn't Pierrus supposed to be with you? I'm guessing you guys are already done with the West." A voice interrupted her complaint.

"Yeah. That jerk one-shotted them all."

"Haha, as expected of him." Bulik, the Orc-Tortoise Demon chuckled lightly.

Jez, the pale female Demon sighed and shrugged, ignoring Kiko completely. Her gaze was only locked in a particular direction.

"What's got her so down?" The pink-haired Demon, also known as Kiko, asked her bulky colleague.

"Well..." He tilted his head in the same direction that Jez was staring at.

A peculiar sight could be noticed amid the carnage.

"What the heck is that one? Is it even human?" Kiko glanced at a corpse that was laid in the corner.

"Y-yeah..." Even Bulik hesitated once he got a closer look at the previously human girl—now a corpse beyond recognition.

"Sheesh..." Kiko could only say, speechless.

"She couldn't even last up to ten minutes. She broke easily. For a human, she lasted way longer than the others, but... I wanted more. I want moreeeeee!!!" The beautiful, but terribly dangerous Demon, Jez lamented.

Humans were frail, compared to races like the Elves or Beastfolk. She should not have expected much from them, yet this cruel being pushed one to this point.

"Man... it doesn't even look like... anything." Kiko observed how the human corpse had no skin.

No arms, no legs, a deformed body, swollen cavities, several holes on various parts of its body. The head had also been cracked open, and a rotten brain was encased within.

In short, it was not a pretty sight.

"Damn... I wonder what it was before this." Kilo could only see one trace of the beings former existence.

A strand of pretty red hair was on the ground, drenched in blood and corrupted by the foulness of the environment.

Kiko found herself feeling bad already. Whoever the human was, it really suffered. That was certain.

"Tough break... truly."

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[The South]

"HAAAAAA!!!" A loud scream pierced the air.

This devastating noise was followed by blood gushing out.

With terrific speed and extreme precision, a single being took charge of most of the area's defences.

That person was none other than Lilith.

Her [Fireball]s scorched the targets. Her [Earth Spikes] turned them to mincemeat.

With such extreme abilities that rendered the Lower-Class opponents to nothing but weak targets, the Demons that offered her assistance had easier jobs.

Since Lilith was the one with the exclusive right to control the Demons, except for the Hero—Sam—all of them were concentrated on the South gate.

No human was located there—just her and her subordinates.

As a Level 60 Middle Class Demon, she took control of the flow of battle really quickly. The Golems did a very good job, but it was clear who was doing the bulk of the work.

>BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!<

Her attacks devastated her enemies, but she still remained on edge. The Lower Class dregs were not her concern, but the Middle Class ones.

Fortunately, most of them were Low-Leveled, so she could still handle them—to an extent.

Unfortunately... they were more than she bargained for!

>BOOOOOOMMMM!!!<

>BOOOOOOMMMM!!!<

>BOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!<

As a Mage, Lilith's means of assault mostly consisted of long-range attacks. She had even set traps prior to the Demons invading the walls, which gave her an edge in battle.

However, how much longer could she last for? Her Miasma was running low. The enemies were overhelming—increasing with every second.

And then, the worst part...

"The Demon Generals have still not made their move." Out of breath already, Lilith huffed, glaring at the breached gate.

More and more of the Demons kept pouring in, and the Golems weren't enough to stop them.

'If only Lilith had Jason...' She clicked her tongue.

Unfortunately, he was located in the Western Gate, along with Byron and company. She could understand the rationale behind that, considering she was already plenty powerful.

The problem had to do with a proper lack of manpower, to begin with.

Lilith was by no mean complaining, though. Whether in hardship or not—thick or thin—she had resolved to remain.

'Master... I will protect this place for Master!'

The major issue for her, though, was that she had no idea where her Master was.

After giving her an outfit from his Inventory—a proper gown and robe that she currently donned—they parted ways.

She had hoped he would take care of the Demon problem since he ascended to the sky, and she was even hyped when he destroyed a significant number of them.

Unfortunately, he disappeared.

That didn't stop what she had to do, though. Inasmuch as her first instinct was to seat h for him, Lucy had no choice but to defend the City he promised to protect.

'I have to do what I can. I have to!'

However, there were limits to everything. Even though she used her wits, Skill, abilities, cunning, subordinates—everything at her disposal...

... She eventually became stranded.

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"You're quite impressive impressive."

Lilith was on the ground at this point, unable to gather any more strength.

Her subordinates had all been extinguished. The Golems had been felled. She was the only one left, and her situation was extremely grave.

As if matters were not worse already, the Demon Generals finally showed up—all three of them.

"It's quite surprising that you're protecting the Humans. Hm? I see... a Slave Crest. That makes it even more interesting."

The one speaking was one with spectacles. His glasses hung tightly on his thin nose, and his handsome face spoke of pure class.

His elegant suit and impeccable footwear made his finesse all the more impressive. He had a hat on, and his dark cloak radiated Miasma.

'He's equipped with so many Magic Items!' Lilith found herself trembling under the pressure.

The other two—a Demon that looked like a cat-like furball, but with horns and gleaming blue eyes; a Demon with a completely black physique, having very long red hair and long horns. On his shoulders protruded spikes.

Lilith could only gulp in their presence.