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Fein, his gaze locked onto the figure, felt a surge of anger rise within him. The audacity of this being, this embodiment of darkness, to belittle the rebels\' cause only fueled his determination. His clenched fists trembled with suppressed rage as he prepared to face this formidable adversary.

But before Fein could even muster a response, the figure raised both his hands, and an unimaginable display of power unfolded before their very eyes. A massive ball of light, measuring five hundred meters in diameter, materialized in the figure\'s grasp. Its radiance was blinding, its heat unfathomable—comparable to the scorching surface of the sun.

As the intense light engulfed the surroundings, trees withered and crumbled to ash. The rebels closest to the figure disintegrated into mere debris, their forms obliterated by the searing temperature. Lakes evaporated instantaneously, leaving behind parched earth in their wake.

Fein could feel the heat penetrating his skin, a wave of discomfort washing over him. He gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought against the oppressive heat. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his skin prickling with the scorching sensation.

The rebels, once defiant, now found themselves consumed by despair. They dropped to their knees, their voices filled with terror and reverence. "This is not a demon," they cried out, their words a mix of awe and resignation. "This is a god!"

Their faces displayed a blend of fear and awe, their eyes wide and mouths agape. The figure\'s power had transcended anything they had ever encountered. In that moment, they realized the insignificance of their rebellion against such an overwhelming force.

Next up, Fein was done playing around. He decided it was time to show these fools what real power looked like. With a smirk on his face, he revealed his presence, sending shockwaves of anticipation through the battlefield.

And then, it happened. Fein began his transformation, and it was like nothing anyone had ever seen before. His hair turned a blazing yellow, crackling with lightning that electrified the air around him. His aura grew fierce and ancient, radiating a power that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest rebels.

But that was just the beginning. Fein\'s form started to expand, stretching higher and higher until he stood a towering 1000 meters tall. The rebels gazed up at him in awe, their jaws practically hitting the ground. Compared to Fein, the figure and its feeble little ball of light looked like a joke.

The god-like figure, once so arrogant and menacing, suddenly found itself facing an unimaginable force. Panic filled its eyes as it tried to make a run for it, but Fein was faster. With a single mighty swing of his fist, he obliterated the figure, reducing it to nothing more than a disgusting pile of mush.

The rebels couldn\'t believe their eyes. The ground quaked beneath them, trees disintegrated into ash, and lakes evaporated into thin air. Fein\'s power was on a whole different level. The rebels dropped to their knees, their voices trembling with fear and awe, proclaiming that this was no ordinary demon. If the figure in black robe earlier was god, Fein was god amongst gods!

As the echoes of their cries faded away, Fein slowly returned to his original form. The crackling lightning subsided, and his hair reverted to its natural color. Though he may have shrunk in size, the impact of his power still lingered, filling the air with an electrifying energy.

The rebels cautiously approached Fein, their expressions a mix of gratitude and admiration. They knew they had witnessed something extraordinary, a display of strength that defied all expectations. Fein look at the rebels for a second and vanish.

After a long and arduous battle, the rebels emerged victorious, their determination and courage prevailing against all odds. With Fein\'s timely assistance, the S-rank and SS-rank demons were swiftly defeated, their power no match for the combined might of the rebels.

The once-oppressive regime of the Lower Abyss had crumbled, its four noble houses toppled from their positions of authority. The rebels, now in control, celebrated their hard-fought triumph, reveling in their newfound freedom. It was a moment of exhilaration and relief, a collective sigh of liberation filling the air.

However, something totally unexpected went down. Those rebels, in their wild frenzy and gratitude, went ahead and declared Fein the new god of the Lower Realm. Can you believe it? Poor Fein was caught completely off guard, and when he got wind of this news in the privacy of his own room, he was left speechless, mouth hanging wide open like a fish out of water.

Sitting there on his chair, Fein couldn\'t quite wrap his head around what had just happened. His face showed a mix of surprise, disbelief, and a touch of uneasiness. He hadn\'t asked for any of this, didn\'t dream of being some god-like figure. But here he was, slapped with a heavy-duty responsibility he never signed up for.

His eyes shifted to the window, gazing out at the world beyond, lost in thought. All sorts of thoughts were racing through his mind. What did it even mean to be a god? How was he supposed to handle all the expectations and pressure that came with it? Fein had power, sure, but being revered like a deity was a whole different ballgame.

Letting out a deep breath, Fein leaned back, his body tense as he tried to make sense of it all. The weight of the rebels\' proclamation hung heavy in the air, the room filled with an uncertain energy. It seemed like even the walls were holding their breath, waiting for Fein to figure out what to do.

The silence stretched on, as Fein grappled with the enormity of the situation. Being a god wasn\'t exactly on his bucket list, but he couldn\'t ignore the fact that the rebels believed in him.