I Decided to Abandon the Traitors Who Planned to Use and Dispose of Me, the Hero, at the Last Moment. - Chapter 11: There's No Way It's Okay to Sell Organs, You Absolute Scum!!!

Behind-the-Scenes Afterward: There’s No Way It’s Okay to Sell Organs, You Absolute Scum!!!

Within the Demon Lord’s territory, not far from the former kingdom, there was a fortress.

Named “Fekta Fortress” after the torturer who ran it, this place was where Netrik, Marle, and other war criminals from the human-demon war were subjected to gruesome torture daily.

I had a reason to visit this place, and since I was both a companion of the hero and the adopted son-in-law of the Demon Lord’s General, Impactor, I was allowed to pass through without any issues.

When I was led to Marle by the usual torturer, I found her weakened and curled up in her cell, so I decided to call out to her.

“Hey Marle. You’re looking worse than a rag, just how I like it.”

“What… what do you want with me… did you come to laugh at me too?”

She barely managed to respond, so I kept my inner thoughts hidden and continued the conversation with a friendly smile.

“It’s not bad to think that way, but today… I’m here to talk about the sins you’ve committed, Marle. The extra crimes you tried to keep hidden. You and the prince’s men were kidnapping children and selling their organs, weren’t you?”

At my words, Marle froze, clearly struck by the truth. 

Normally, she would have tried to deny it or talk her way out of it, but in her current state, physically and mentally exhausted, she couldn’t even manage that. So, it’s true then. This scumbag really is the lowest of the low.

“While we were hunting down the prince’s remaining followers, we stumbled upon a sickening facility where kidnapped children were having their organs harvested and sold. There was no way I was going to let my wife see that place, so I took care of it myself with the help of the demon army soldiers. And guess what? One of the kids in that facility was from a village we visited during our journey. A kid we, the hero’s party, had once helped.”

Realizing that everything was exposed, Marle started trembling uncontrollably, unable to speak. She must be terrified, but I ignored her fear and continued.

“You used your position as a member of the hero’s party to lure children from the villages we passed through. You tricked them with sweet words, telling them they could be brave volunteers, helpers… and then you sold them off. You targeted kids who wouldn’t be missed, kids no one would ask too many questions about. I spoke to the ones who survived. They told me everything.”

“Ah… uh… uhh…”

“—Ah, save your excuses. Do you remember Riyo, from Hajino Village? It was right after I joined the party that we visited that village. She was one of the first people I helped as part of the hero’s party, so I remember her well. She was there in that facility, and she told me everything. She said you approached her, asking if she could help with the rear support of the hero’s party. She had lost her parents, and though she was worried about leaving her younger siblings behind, she wanted to help end the war. She thought that assisting the heroes was a noble cause, so she agreed to go with you. And that’s how she ended up at that facility, where they cut her open to harvest her organs. She was kept alive just long enough to maintain the freshness of the organs they were selling, and she told me her story in that state!”

Just remembering the scene makes me sick. Even the demon army’s healers, who had come with us, were crying as they desperately tried to save the children. But many couldn’t be saved because their organs had already been removed. It was the most horrific display of human cruelty I had ever witnessed since coming to this world.

“Riyo understood that she wouldn’t make it. She told me everything, including all the horrible things you did. Before she passed away, she begged me to tell her little brother and sister that she died in an accident, so they wouldn’t blame the demons or the war. She held onto my hand as she died, worried more about her siblings than herself, wanting them to live without hatred. She was such a kind girl, not even old enough to be an adult yet—and you trampled all over that innocent child, just to line your own pockets! You’re no better than Netrik, you filthy scum!”

Remembering what happened at the child organ facility and Riyo’s final moments, I felt the last remnants of my cheat power awaken inside me.

My entire body swelled with muscles, transforming into a hulking figure with overwhelming physical strength. My height increased too, and now I stood nearly two meters tall. I could only maintain this full-power form for a short time, but fueled by anger and sorrow, I pushed my limits.

“Whoa! Check out those muscles!”

The torturer exclaimed, impressed by my transformation, but I ignored him. Bending the bars of the cell, I stepped inside. Marle scrambled away from me, trying to escape to the corner of the room, but she had nowhere to run, trapped against the wall.

“Listen up! The most wicked thing in this world is trampling on the goodwill of others for your own selfish gain! You played with the lives of innocent children—kids who had done nothing wrong—and for that, I’ll never forgive you! Now—I’m here to make you pay!”

“Gyappiiii! Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! The prince said selling children’s organs would make money!”

What a pitiful excuse. Don’t think for a second that your “impulse” makes killing those children forgivable. Even if it burns through the last of my power, it’s worth it to bring justice for Riyo and the other children who died in that horrific place. What I saw there was unforgivable.

“Game over, you scum! Thorn Smash!”

I believe in equal treatment when it comes to dealing with villains, regardless of gender. So, without hesitation, I delivered a full-power punch, cloaked in magic, straight into Marle. She exploded on impact, but thanks to the resurrection magic cast on her, she regenerated almost immediately.

“I-It hurts… please… forgive me…”

Honestly, I wanted to keep crushing Marle, over and over, until the last of my power was gone—just to avenge those kids. But before I could do more, the torturer nearby stepped in and stopped me. The rage I had felt slowly cooled down, and as I turned off the boost from my remaining power, my body deflated back to its original size.

“Wow, what a punch! As expected from someone who could go head-to-head with Mr. Impactor himself! But using such a rare power on a piece of trash like this is a waste. That’s why we developed this handy little guy.”

The torturer then pulled out a strange creature that looked like a mascot with a face somewhat resembling Netrik’s—eyes, a mouth, but no nose. Its design was simplified to the point where it almost looked like a harmless cartoon character. If you didn’t know any better, you might mistake it for some kind of plush toy or mascot.

“This is Living Head Netrik. It’s made of a magical core, a jelly-like body, and a thin outer layer—basically a slime variant. Thanks to the simplified design, we can mass-produce them easily. They can scream, make pained expressions, and every bit of damage they take is directly transferred to the original body! It’s one of my proudest inventions!”

So this was the infamous Living Head Netrik! As I stared at it curiously, the little creature turned toward me with a smug expression and started speaking.

“Relax and stay a while! What are you staring at, you pleb!? Kneel before the great Netrik and bring me the finest maidens! I, the almighty Netrik, will rule the world! Bwahaha!”

“…Seriously? Even its first words are dripping with arrogance. What is this thing?”

The torturer just laughed in response, clearly amused.

“Well, of course, it’s trash. This thing was born from a corrupted and rotten mind, so naturally, it’s garbage too. It’s like waste giving birth to more waste.”

That was surprisingly accurate and easy to understand. But as I stared at Living Head Netrik, wondering what exactly was the point of this, the torturer began to explain.

“With all the extra crimes added to Netrik’s record, just punishing him with one body wouldn’t be enough, no matter how long we took. So, by mass-producing these little guys, we can give him the punishment he deserves more efficiently. Every time one of these gets destroyed or tortured, the pain transfers directly to the original. It’s a way to rack up the punishment count. Plus, since both Netrik and Marle’s list of offenses keeps growing, the number of victims and families seeking revenge has also skyrocketed. We wanted to make it easy for them to dish out some payback, so we made these creatures the weakest in the world.”

So, this thing is basically a tool designed for anyone—especially Netrik’s victims—to take out their anger and get some measure of revenge. 

 Ah, I see. The design of this Living Head is as efficient as possible, streamlined for mass production and simplified to meet the minimum required functions. It’s the epitome of practicality. Honestly, this torturer is so talented and resourceful that it’s hard not to be a little amused.

“Of course, we have various sizes. For example, this little Nechyorikku that fits in the palm of your hand—”

“C-Chububububu, I’m getting squished!? S-stop it!? Nechyorikku is gonna get crushed!! Boogyee!!”

Midway through the conversation, the torturer tightened his grip on the Nechyorikku in his hand. The little creature squirmed and let out a high-pitched scream as it was about to be crushed. The final “Boogyee!” sound came from it spitting out jelly from its mouth.

“I… just wanted to…”

With that cry, the Nechyorikku was squeezed until it burst, splattering its jelly-like insides everywhere before instantly evaporating into mist and disappearing.

“Since it’s created with magic, it disappears right after being crushed, making it eco-friendly. Plus, even though it’s slime-like, I thoughtfully made it fruit jelly-flavored, so it’s edible!”

Wait, you can eat this…? Not that I’d want to…

“When you crush it, the pain of being squashed returns to the original body. For example, if you stick your hand into its mouth or the ‘anal-san’—its excretory organ—and pull out the magic core, the pain of having its organs ripped out will be felt. If you grab and crush the magic core, it will feel like its heart is being crushed while still alive. There are other ways to inflict pain, like twisting the ‘penny-penny-san’ or similar areas. In short, any kind of torture will send pain back to the original body. So, people who lost their loved ones to Netrik and his crew can get creative and exact their revenge. Because of this, those grieving their loved ones are happily taking out their revenge through Nechyorikku replicas of Netrik. I must say, all this hard work is really paying off! Oh, and after hearing your story, I’m thinking of developing a Nechyorikku Marle next.”

“Man… you’re really something… I’ve already filed a report with the Demon King about Marle’s additional crimes, so her punishment will skyrocket, and Nechyorikku production for her will probably get approved too.”

With a cheerful grin, the torturer gently placed a Nechyorikku version of Netrik into my hand.

“This great Nechyorikku demands respect! Anyone who defies the almighty Nechyorikku will not be forgiven! You worthless fool! Just die already—right now!”

As it kept spewing irritating nonsense, I couldn’t help but be amazed at how obnoxious it was. I let it drop from my hand.

“I’m flying through the air~! The almighty Nechyorikku, who will rule the world, can even fly in the sky~! Wheee~!”

Delusional and squirming as it fell, Nechyorikku thought it was soaring through the air. I kicked it mid-fall, and with a shriek, it flew across the room, slamming into the wall with a splat. As it faded, it mumbled about wanting to “relax more” before finally vanishing. What a strange creature. But with zero combat power, it really would make it easy for anyone to get their revenge.

“When Nechyorikku Marle is ready, I’ll let you know.”

“…No, thanks.”

The torturer looked a bit disappointed when I declined, but I wanted Marle to pay for her crimes properly. 

Maybe the horrible stench I sensed from her before was actually a reflection of all these hidden crimes she was involved in. With that thought in mind, I apologized for breaking the cell and left the fortress.