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Ellen, encouraged by his companions, stepped forward.

However, at this moment, a cold smirk started to creep across the overseer’s face as he listened to the stories of beautiful women.

Although he had been trying not to show it, he already knew.

Even now, with the final battle looming, the beautiful women had expressed an active fondness for the hero…

Yet, deep in their hearts…

The existence of Ellen the Hero was already nonexistent.

Even Amelda, who talked about marriage.

Shude, who was stoking her competitive spirit over this matter.

Terra, who seemed indifferent yet subtly expressed her affection.

And Eileen, the childhood friend who claimed to be Ellen’s official consort and had spent the most time with him.

In their hearts, Ellen the Hero had already been reduced to nothing more than a tool.

A means to defeat the formidable Demon King and bring them fame and wealth, and once that was over, to ensure he wouldn’t become an obstacle.

So that the happy future they envisioned with Porter Torare, whom they had already given their bodies and hearts to, wouldn’t be hindered.

Ellen would need to be dealt with immediately after the Demon King was vanquished, ensuring he was completely gone from this world.

Of course, they would never show this fact outwardly.

Despite the affection that had grown cold, Ellen was still regarded as the strongest hero in the continent.

Without his power, they would be unable to defeat the Demon King or gain the wealth and fame they desired.

At least until they defeated the Demon King… they had to inspire him to fight with all his might.

Thus, they summoned feelings that had long since faded away, breathing dreams and hopes into the hero’s heart until the end.

And at this moment,

The hero Ellen was…

No…

The NTR game ‘Night of the Porter’, where Porter Torare steals heroines from Hero Ellen and claims the hero’s achievements for himself.

I, Kim Sang-hoon, an ordinary employee of a small company in South Korea, had unwittingly played that wretched thing halfway.

In what could be considered the scene just before the original ending,

While being bombarded with the ridiculous encouragement of those detestable women, I was pushing forward.

“Damn… I never thought I would be sucked into a game and end up playing this ridiculous role…”

Somehow, it became a hellish game of life and death.

This had been a considerable emotional injury for someone who had originally been a pure-hearted romantic.

Honestly, just from the title, I could tell something was off.

But my friend, who introduced it to me, seriously said that if I played it to the end, I’d realize something…

I fell for it and ended up swallowing the forbidden fruit that I shouldn’t have.

The aftermath left me with emotional scars that would last nearly a week.

In response to my question about what that realization was, my friend spouted:

“I feel sorry for you not knowing the charm of NTR…”

After that, I declared a break in our friendship and proceeded to delete every trace of that damned game.

However… regrettably,

Whether it was due to the impact of playing that damned game or something else, one day I woke up to find myself in the body of Ellen, the hero, who had been used all along and was now betrayed at the end, dying in despair.

Right after Torare had conquered all the heroines, I found myself at that pivotal moment before the ending, ready to strike at any moment.

If only I had dropped in during the earlier parts, I might have attempted to chop off that porter’s head and try to twist the original story.

However, having now possessed the body of the hero, all the heroines had already fallen completely.

This was confirmed when I suggested replacing Torare with another porter, only to be met with glaring anger and hostility from all the women.

Moreover, since Torare couldn’t survive here unless he had conquered all four heroines, the story made it evident what the outcome would be.

In other words… the women who were supposedly the warriors of the hero party were essentially already prepared to completely submit and cry like dogs if Torare simply issued his commands.

And connected to this,

I needed to devise a way to escape from the hands of those despicable women, who were preparing to betray me as soon as I defeated the Demon King and backstab me.

Deep down, I wanted to sweep all of them away, including Torare and the hero party.

But, even though I currently held the title of the strongest hero in the world, it was impossible for me to take them all down by myself.

Even if they were slightly weaker compared to my heroic combat power, they were still warriors renowned across their respective nations.

Thanks to the sensory abilities within the hero’s body, I realized something.

1:2… No, I could manage 1:3, but 1:4 meant I would have to gamble my life.

They no longer viewed me as an ally, seeing me as a target to dispose of at any moment, making even an ambush difficult.

Keeping a Yes-Man attitude similar to the original was the reason I had come this far.

And,

In this desperate situation where the heroines had blades poised at my neck,

The Demon King awaited us, accompanied by his subordinates, who bore a semblance of strength similar to that of the hero party.

I was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

A situation where I was surrounded on all sides.

However…

At this moment.

I realized this was possibly the only chance to make a desperate gamble in my life, where I could breathe amidst the despair that had clouded me.

The last chance to jump off the hell-bound express train I had been riding for days and potentially save my life.

With the singular possibility, I charged towards the Demon King before me.

“Uwaaaa!!”

Daringly running toward the Demon King as a brave warrior.

Seeing me, the Demon King rose from his throne, similarly to how it was in the original, drawing forth a pitch-black sword.

It radiated an ominous energy at first glance.

Holding that sword, the Demon King began to advance towards me with a ferocious presence.

And…

-Kwaaaang!

In that instant, the swords of the hero and the Demon King clashed.

With a wave of immense power marking the start of the final battle, the area was engulfed in terrifying noise and dust.

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A fierce clash began between the Demon King and the hero.

Watching from the sidelines, the women of the hero party started rushing forward to join the fray.

“Not a chance!”

“We’ll take you down!”

Blocking their way were the direct aides of the Demon King.

Covered head to toe in black armor, like the Demon King, they swung their weapons without hesitation against the warriors of the hero party.

Yet…

“Kraaaak!!!”

“Eh?”

“W-what?”

In the next moment, a chilling scream echoed through the air.

Upon hearing that, the warriors of the hero party, who were about to engage the enemies,

And the aides of the Demon King, who had intended to attack them, suddenly wore expressions of deep shock and…

A natural joy intersected their faces.

In that moment, they beheld:

The image of the hero kneeling on the ground, his inner arm severed by the Demon King’s sword.

“Y-you… Hero?!”

“Oooh! Your Majesty, the Demon King!”

The faces of the women, including Eileen, expressed disbelief, while the aides of the Demon King called out in jubilant voices.

At that moment…

In response to the astonished comrades,

Ellen, his arm cut off and bathed in pain, shouted in a voice overwhelmed by distress.

“Everyone… run away!”

“Ellen…?”

With blood pouring from the severed arm, Ellen struggled to rise.

After barely regaining his stance, Ellen poorly managed to utter with great effort.

“This opponent… isn’t someone we can defeat! If we stay here, we’ll all die…! So… I’ll hold them off, so hurry… hurry and escape!”

The hero, who had boasted of his tremendous strength to overcome the Demon King, now found himself on the brink of defeat before even exchanging a few blows.

And… all the other members present instinctively realized what that meant.

‘The fact that our hero is falling so pathetically…’

‘Does that mean the Demon King is that strong?’

‘What the hell… this throws off our whole calculation…’

‘This is bad… we’re doomed.’

Initially, they believed they could only hope for victory by overwhelming the hero when they all attacked.

There was no way they could take action against the overwhelming power of the Demon King against the hero.

As such, they were gripped by a heavy fear unseen throughout their journey and began to retreat from the aides of the Demon King.

And then…

“Ugh…”

“Damn it!”

Mixed with despair, the women began to flee down the corridor they had entered.

The aides of the Demon King, however, were intent on pursuing them.

At that time…

“W-wait a minute.”

In the next moment, a slightly trembling voice echoed.

The aides halted their attempt to pursue and turned to see who had spoken…

Looking at the hero standing before the Demon King, it was a tense moment.

The Demon King, perplexed, gazed at the hero before him.

Then, he asked with a voice full of curiosity.

“…What’s going on?”

 

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