I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

Before transmigrating to this new world, I was just a seventeen year old normal guy who lived a pretty normal and boring life.

Of course, that meant I had learnt how to drive, and I had worked some part time jobs in order to afford some decent living for myself.

Since I completely gave up on going to college and all that mundane, ordinary stuff, it was decided that I would simply get a car for my troubles.

It wasn\'t anything fancy—just an average car for an average boy.

[A/N: Can\'t say the exact model, cause… reasons. Just use your imagination at this point. A random, average, black car.]

I got a License, and could basically drive the thing around pretty well. Even though I hardly went out, it was still an object of convenience.

That WAS my life.

Until…

… I arrived here.

"L-legendary Black Beast?!!"

"I-Its so ominous!"

"Did you hear the sound it just made?"

"W-what a terrifying creature!"

"I think it\'s staring at me. It\'s infernal red eyes are blinking at me!"

"Eeeek!"

"The Hero truly is amazing! How could he he tame such a creature?"

The entire inhabitants of the settlement, kept wondering in awe and looking at the car skeptically as though it could bite.

The only way I could get away with this level of bullshit was because I was dealing with primitive savages.

Even certain Magic Technology that was native to this world surprised them, not to talk of a machine of modern technology from my world.

"Get in." I told Sarah and Byron.

Both of them looked at the car warily, and to be honest they looked like clueless idiots. I couldn\'t blame them, though. Being primitive, it was a given that they would act that way.

"Do not worry, I have completely tamed it. Or do you no longer have any trust in me?" I asked, using a slightly offended tone.

Upon hearing my words, both of them jumped nervously and shook their heads hurriedly. Apparently the fear of displeasing me was enough to get them moving.

The next hurdle was how they would open the car door.

As they fumbled with the handle, shaking nervously as they touched the smooth surface of my vehicle, I watched in utter amusement.

Fortunately, I was a patient person, and I guided them on how to open the car. I also showed them the seatbelt, and got them to relax in the vehicle.

\'This feels weird…\' I thought to myself.

It was a tasking effort, but eventually I helped them overcome their nervousness, well at least—for the most part.

>VRUUUMMMM!<

As the engine hummed, whirring to life, everyone yelped in fright.

The car began vibrating, causing Sarah and Byron to shriek like kids.

\'The fuck…?!\'

Patience, they said, was a virtue. Unfortunately, I wasn\'t exactly a very virtuous individual.

Still, my lack of self control was masked with Freedom Of Expression\'s calm façade.

With one hand on the steering, simultaneously glancing at the mirrors and the windscreen, my legs on the pedals, and my other hand shifting the gears, I readied myself for my first car ride in a Magical World.

As cool as that sounded in theory, it was simply going to be a whole journey of gawking and screams.

Plus, my car wasn\'t exactly fantastic.

\'Maybe cruising in a Ferrari would hit different…\'

Unfortunately, I couldn\'t afford something like that—both in my world and this one.

That meant, like every moment in my life, I had to settle for what I was given.

Once everyone settled down, I bid farewell to the townspeople and zoomed off in my Legendary Black Beast.

As I watched clouds of dust and exhaust fumes rise trail behind, the little settlement slowly began to shrink into the horizon.

Slowly, it went out of view, and my complete focus was fully given to my windshield —or, rather, whatever landscape was beyond.

Hills and mountains were spread across the area, but the valleys were smooth enough for a car to traverse without much hassle.

Fortunately, despite some bumpy spots, the territory mostly comprised of flatlands.

As a result, out journey was smooth— or would have been, if only I could ignore Sarah\'s incessant chatter beside me, or Byron\'s overbearing ass kissing.

The worst part was that I had to play along as well. After all, I made the bed, so I had to lie in it.

Only one thing comforted me.

A single thought kept me going, despite the throbbing pain in my head as we sped across unfamiliar areas—with Byron guiding me to our destination, of course.

And that was the nature of the place we were heading to.

\'Adventurer\'s City! That was every weeb\'s dream!\'

To gather the materials I required, we needed to enter Dungeons. To enter Dungeons, we needed to take Quests.

To take Quests… we needed to visit the Adventurer\'s City!

\'A perfect setting, if I do say so myself.\' With a satisfied grin, I drove further, getting closer to the thrilling adventure that awaited me.

Hopefully, unlike everything I had experienced in this strange world so far, the Adventurer\'s City wouldn\'t be a disappointment.

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"Settlement… Near…" A shrill voice, thin yet heavy, echoed in the ears of the bowing creatures.

This voice belonged to the new head of their pack—a Middle Class Demon.

Unlike the rabid and unintelligent beasts that belonged to the Demon Race, this was a being they could not hope to triumph.

They could do nothing but bow in respect… and fear!

"Humans… Weak Humans…" The Middle Class Demon rose from the makeshift throne that the Lower Ones had prepared.

Her mature body seemed humanlike, except for certain features—like her arms, legs, and her pointed ears that were definitely not human, they resembled a Demon\'s.

Her ebony skin gleamed in the darkness, and the yellow glow in her eyes reeked of unbridled violence.

"I… strong…"

She licked her lips and brought her hand close to her face, making a twisted face in turn.

The Lower Class Demons could not comprehend the thoughts of someone superior to them, but they understood what that expression meant.

It was plain and simple—their primitive minds could discern that much.

They could only brace themselves for the worst.

"I… subdue… Humans." The Demon repeated in the same bloodthirsty tone.

And so, a malevolent cackle echoed in the darkness, a sign that was ominous, portending future evil.