I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

Believe it or not, the Foolish God actually agreed with my proposition.

Well, the real question was whether the stakes were high enough for him to decide to help me.

It wasn't like he had a simple justification to avoid my alternative, especially with all that had been established in our conversation.

Logically speaking, his plans weren't even greatly affected by this one event.

He had many other ways to win.

For instance, if I died once again, I would really have no other choice but to be his Acolyte.

And, since I wasn't getting his help upon my resurrection, the chances of dying soon after returning to the world was pretty high.

Then, there was the fact that he could still somewhat monitor the world using my Arcana Call, and the other few Acolytes he had running around.

All in all, this wasn't a total loss for him. We both won this round.

'I made it this far... thank goodness!'

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"Samuel Peterson, you are now going to return to the world you just left. Nothing will change except your resurrection. Are you certain this is the choice you want to make?" For the umpteenth time, the Foolish God asked.

I nodded, making a facial expression that was a mix of confidence and naivety. I couldn't tell whether he bought it or not, so I could only assume.

"Very well. Do what you must to return. I must leave now. As a God, I have various other concerns that I must attend to."

The moment he said this, his white body, having gold outlines and glitters around it, began fading away.

'Neat trick.' I thought to myself, watching as he vanished.

A God was busy with many duties, so one could only imagine how many things the Foolish God had to attend to.

Well... the real answer was zero.

'He's probably just gonna be watching me from a distance. I can't sense him anyway, so...' I sighed.

Once the Foolish God went into hiding, I decided to have a few moments of silence to myself—confirming the plan I had sketched up in my head.

'It's going to be incredibly dangerous and risky...'

However, at this point, I was desperate.

"Alright. I should begin tethering my soul to the anchor."

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While creating the barrier that shrouded Dulum, I imbued two effects. One was for protection, the other was for attraction.

Generally speaking, when a person died, their souls would be broken down into fragments that would merge with their surroundings.

That's right—they became the nutrients of the world.

However, when I died, my Soul was instantly transported into the Foolish God's realm. It had been preserved for this very reason.

'It takes some time for a person's soul to be completely broken down. That's what makes the attraction effect of the barrier very efficient.'

Like a magnet, it was designed to absorb the souls of everything in the vicinity—and it was also connected to mine, thanks to the wonderful effects of Rune Craft.

If I used the barrier as an anchor, I could return to reality safely, and back to my body.

'The Foolish God has granted me permission, so I can transfer my soul from this Realm.'

Finally!

"Please let this work."

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"He's dead." Demon Lord Valefor muttered in disinterest as he dropped the crushed heart of the Hero.

The denizens of Dulum all let out agitated groans in unison, as many screamed in shock and horror.

The only source of hope they clung to had been extinguished by the enemy.

"N-no... no way. I can't... I can't believe it." Sarah Lyniette muttered in anguish, as her mind broke apart.

She could not comprehend the sight—or rather, she didn't want to.

Her heart ached to the point of torture. It was filled with such despair that she felt like ripping it out.

Hot tears descended from the Priestess' eyes, and she simply could not believe the sight before her. The only man she had ever relied on so heavily, he was gone.

"H-he can't be dead... he can't... be... dea—"

Sarah could not complete her sentence as words completely failed her. To her, this was quite literally the end.

Everything had lost all meaning.

It was all pointless.

As for the rest of the witnesses, they were no better off.

Sure, none of them grieved as much as Sarah, but their hearts wallowed in deep despair and unspeakable agony.

Lucy shed tears... TEARS! The hardened warrior gave in to her most sensitive emotions and bawled like a baby.

Her injured body could do nothing but tremble in tears and agony. She didn't mind the fact that she was in public, or that she probably looked pitiful.

She simply let it all out.

As for Byron, he was too dazed to speak. His body was completely paralyzed, and his mouth was wide open.

The one who stood above all else was now dead.

"H-he... the Legendary Dragon Slayer. Sam. N-no..."

Asa beat her fists on the ground in anger.

'I-I thought he... I hoped he... no...not like this. Please don't leave me.'

After finding her source of hope, she didn't think it would be snuffed out so soon.

'Y-you taught me that it was possible. You showed me. So, why...,'

Her high hopes—for the present, and the future—were now shattered. Just when she had thought he was the savior—that he was the invincible champion she and this world needed.

How did it all end up like this?!

'... Why are you gone...?'

The Legendary Dragon Slayer was certainly not as invincible as she had thought.

"Disgusting voices." The hateful mutter of the Demon Lord drew no attention as the denizens of Dulum were too engrossed in grief to notice.

Although, they were terrified of the demon, they could not restrain their emotions.

It was enough to tick Valefor off.

"That's about enough." With a snap of his fingers, several hundreds—no, most definitely thousands—of dark orb-like bullets appeared behind and above him.

They swirled dangerously, distorting space and oozing darkness so dense that anyone could sense the malevolence a distance away.

"Be silenced."

>WHOOOOOSSSSHHHH<

In an instant, the numerous bullets riddled holes into the bodies of every single resident of the City.

For some, it took a second. Others two seconds. A few lasted up to three. However, none lasted five seconds, before they were all killed.

A pool of blood slowly converged, as each villager collapsed to the ground.

The dark red liquid trickled towards Valefor, but he ignored it. The moment the blood got close to him, it evaporated.

'Staining myself with something as vile as human blood? Never!'

Though, Valefor had to admit as he looked at his hand, the human he fought earlier was different.

Sure, the human was weaker in comparison to him, but he couldn't imagine facing five—or more—of humans of that caliber

He did not like those odds.

'The human also cared about the lives of these people. What an interesting person.'

It was unfortunate that both the human champion, and the ones he was trying to save were all dead.

'That was just the way of the world. Inferior creatures would always meet such an end.' As a firm believer in demon superiority—much like most of his demon counterparts—Valefor malevolently grinned as he created a dark portal in front of him.

His goal remained the same—the invaluable reserves that existed at the very bottom of the City of Dulum.

"Since I conquered this land, it's all mine. I have a legal right to the land, and the resources underneath, they're all mine!"

He slowly entered the swirling rupture of space, taking one last glance around to savor the massive carnage.

Nothing and no one was standing in his way any longer. He had made a few sacrifices, but none that couldn't be replaced.

'So Adu didn't manage to get himself killed. Tch, that's regretful. I didn't want to resort to assassination or poisoning, but...'

He simply had to come up with a more definitive way to kill Adu. Perhaps he could enlist the services of 'that' hired assassin.

'Perhaps...' Most of Valefor's body had now ventured into his portal and a dark smile remained planted his face.

His destination, was of course the underground cave that would secure his future as one of the topmost Demon Lords.

As his head and the rest of his body were almost through the portal, Valefor thought he felt something.

'Did I just see—? No, it's probably just a figment of my imagination.'

Once again, he nodded and smiled. Afterward, he completely vanished from the landscape.

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"If only he had stuck around for a little more." A voice emerged from among those who were dead.

The voice was that of a man—relieved and confident. A smile formed on the person's face and he swiftly took his position.

"Let's get to work!"

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Valefor teleported to the entrance of the Great Helios Labyrinth. He would have transported himself inside, but a spatial interference chose his current position as his starting point.

Though it annoyed him, Valefor put up with this restriction.

Due to being unaware of the kind of Limiting or Spatial Interference Spell that was at work, he decided to ignore the spell and proceed to the room where his desired resources were.

>VWOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHH<