I'm Actually Not Overpowered!-Chapter 140 The Demons’ Side Of The Story [Pt 1]

We arrived at Dulum before evening, and then settled in pretty nicely.

Since I had a good name—and an epic rank—I was lodged in the best place. It really wasn't much different from the treatment I was used to in Dulum, so nothing special occured on that front. f𝘳ℯℯ𝙬𝒆𝚋𝐧oν𝑒Ɩ.c𝑜𝙢

My subordinates also settled into their respective rooms, but I informed them to gather together in my room after getting their accommodation sorted out.

'Since we'll be staying here until the crisis, might as well get used to it...'

Once everyone had done the needful, they gathered in my room—a vast space that consisted of Dulum's best efforts to accommodate me.

"We'll be meeting with Zabdel, the Vice Guildmaster of this City. it's imperative we let them know what will occur before it's too late." I revealed my plan to my subordinates very calmly.

It was possible that they wouldn't believe me, but I highly doubted such a scenario.

The mere fact that they were forging the Dragon-Corpse weapons based on the statement I gave concerning an imminent threat meant that my words contained validity.

If I could warp things to my favor, then it was possible to demand the obedience of the people of Dulum.

'Hopefully, I pull this off...'

The plan I had regarding the subjugation of the Demons was one that demanded absolute authority.

I still didn't want to reveal my identity as the Hero, and I was at least grateful that the future had changed in that respect. In that case, I would need to operate as the Legendary Dragon Slayer.

'Alright, Sam... let's get this show on the road!'

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[The Demon Realm]

"Adu, reporting for duty. Lord Valefor commanded me to come before you concerning the mission."

The Demon, clad in black and dark purple designs, approached another Demon who sat within his office.

The room wasn't extremely large, but it was bigger than most workplaces accorded to Middle Class Demons.

The office resembled a study, as several shelves containing different kinds of books and items were orderly arranged within.

From Magic Items, to art pieces, and even weapons—they were neatly placed in their respective categories, giving it a very official and orderly look.

Two chairs stood opposite each other, demarcated by an exquisite desk—all made from fine wood.

Heshu, the host, was seated on the main chair. His unfazed expression as Adu entered and made his declaration told the visitor that he had been expecting him.

Adu narrowed his purple eyes and he clenched his teeth—clearly not pleased with how he had to report to a fellow Middle Class Demon.

"Yes, Adu. Lord Valefor told me about you. You, me, and eight others will be taking possession of a portion in the human territory." The seated Demon replied.

His name was Heshu, and his gentlemanly attire and speech made him appear to be noble and classy.

People like this pissed Adu off the most, but he held his dissatisfaction.

'Father said I have to fulfil this mission in order to be recognized. I can't afford to fail.' His thoughts echoed.

Unknown to many—if not all the Demons around—Lord Valefor was Adu's father. And that was simply because of their difference in Class.

Unlike his Upper Class father, Adu was a Mid-Demon. That meant no matter how hard he strived, he would never be able to break past his limit.

Sure, he was very skilled and talented—very much so than most Demons in his rank. Still, that did not get him the recognition he desired.

One would think the fact that he was the youngest ever Mid-Demon to reach Max Level would grant him the attention and acknowledgement of his father.

Unfortunately, even that didn't seem to move Lord Valefor. 𝒇𝘳ℯℯ𝚠𝙚𝑏𝗻𝑜ѵ𝑒𝙡.co𝑚

'This time, it's different. He finally said he'll acknowledge me if I win. I just have to win.' Adu grinned.

Humans were weak. He simply had to achieve the desired results, and nothing would stand in his way of recognition.

"There are a few things that I need to explain here. Still, I think it would be best if we were to discuss it as a group—all ten of us." His fellow Mid-Demon, Heshu spoke.

'He's talking like he's better than me. I hate that...'

"For now, you may return. Come back tomorrow, when we commence the preparations for the mission."

"Tch. Just one question." Adu's tone grew more defiant with each passing moment.

It was easy to suppress his entitled and stubborn personality when he was in the presence of his father. The strict Class hierarchy existed, and even he couldn't deny it.

The weaker had no choice but to respect the stronger.

But, it was different with Heshu.

They were literally in the same Level, and they were both Middle Class. In fact, Adu cold argue that he was more superior due to his immense talent, and the blood of his father that flowed within him.

'We've never fought, but...' Adu was certain that he could emerge victorious.

"Are you the leader of this expedition?"

His question was blunt and point blank, but he was entitled to that explanation. After all, even though there was no fundamental respect toward Heshu based on Class or Level, perhaps he could accord some honor based on positional hierarchy.

"It will be discussed tomorrow, but no. All ten of us will lead a select amount of soldiers. Since we'll be operating on a somewhat mutual position of authority, I wouldn't call myself the leader."

"Heck yeah! That's what I like to hear!" Adu reverted to his childish, petty self.

There was no need to keep up appearances with an equal.

His bigger right horn bobbed as he jumped, and his sharp teeth were displayed due to his excitement.

"Very well then. I guess we'll see tomorrow." Adu left Heshu's office in a flash, not even bothering to take a second glance behind him.

Once he heard what he wanted, he was off to prepare.

'I should have known. Father wants to test my individual ability and my capabilities in leading an army!'

That was why there was no strict chain of command among the ten leaders. It was simply so Adu could prove his worth in the best way necessary.

"Hehe, perfect!"

He chuckled loudly to himself, leaving the home of his soon-to-be colleague.