[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1014":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1832163,2438,"Chapter 1014 Checkup","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1014",1014,"\u003Cp>Karen looked around her room and sighed softly, the sound barely audible in the still air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls were smooth and metallic, without a single window or hint of the outside world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no sunrise, no moonlight, only the constant hum of machinery buried somewhere deep in the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rubbed her arms and tried to calm her thoughts. There really was no other choice left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever freedom she’d once had ended the moment she was brought here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a slow breath, she stood and walked to the tall cabinet near the far wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she opened it, a small gust of cold air brushed her face. Inside were several neatly folded sets of clothes—jackets, shirts, boots, and even accessories, all arranged as if waiting specifically for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever prepared them knew her size, her preferences, even the way she tied her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization made her uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This place...\" she murmured. \"It’s too much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was absurdly large for one person—bigger than her entire apartment back in Parkland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced toward the far end, where a minimalist bed sat under a soft blue light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls gleamed faintly, reflecting her movement as she walked, and she wondered just how deep underground they really were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said the base was near Parkland City, but beyond that, no one knew the exact location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if they had been erased from the world above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karen sighed again, a sound that carried both frustration and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled out a simple black jacket and a matching cap from the cabinet and slipped them on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fabric was oddly comfortable—too comfortable, as if made from something more advanced than normal cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She adjusted the collar, took a deep breath, and headed for the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallway outside was dimly lit, the overhead lights pulsing faintly every few seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metallic walls stretched endlessly in both directions, cold and sterile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like walking inside the belly of some enormous machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her footsteps echoed softly, reminding her just how alone she was down here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence pressed against her ears until—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please follow me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden voice made her jump, her heart leaping to her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spun around, eyes wide, scanning the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-where are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the shadows, a shape emerged—a tall, broad-shouldered figure who moved with measured precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stepped into the weak light, she saw the gleam of armor plating and the matte black of a uniform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire face was concealed beneath a sleek, high-tech helmet with a tinted visor that revealed nothing of the person beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karen took a nervous step back. \"You scared me,\" she said, her voice barely steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint hum from his helmet’s built-in respirator was the only sound between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a slow, mechanical turn of his head, he gestured toward the corridor ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please follow me,\" he repeated, this time with a sharper tone—polite but commanding, a voice that carried the weight of discipline and authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karen hesitated, her pulse still racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swallowed hard, pulling her jacket tighter around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine,\" she said quietly. \"Lead the way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man turned and began walking, his boots making precise, heavy thuds on the metallic floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karen followed a few steps behind, trying to match his pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they moved deeper into the corridor, the lights dimmed even further, and the air grew colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange hums echoed from behind the walls—machines working, vents breathing, perhaps something more alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, she dared to ask, \"Where are we going? Where is Ross?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man gave no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His visor flickered faintly with blue light, perhaps scanning, recording, or transmitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karen frowned and looked away. She didn’t know whether to feel watched or protected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man guided Karen through a labyrinth of dimly lit corridors, his steps silent yet deliberate, as if he had memorized every twist and turn of the bunker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls pressed in slightly, metallic and cold, reflecting the faint glow of emergency lights overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the people in here were asleep, their quiet breaths and distant murmurs echoing faintly down the hallways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, someone stirred, and the man would subtly adjust their path, keeping them hidden in the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karen’s heart pounded with every movement, every step feeling heavier than the last, as if the walls themselves were pressing her toward the inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walk lasted barely five minutes, yet to Karen it felt like an eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her palms were clammy, and every instinct screamed for her to turn back, to run, to somehow escape this subterranean maze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man’s steady pace and unwavering presence kept her moving forward, even as the fear in her chest grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, they reached a reinforced door, one that seemed far heavier than the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its surface was matte, unyielding, and there was an almost imperceptible vibration in the air, like power humming just beneath the steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s inside,\" the man said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion but carrying authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, he pivoted, melted into the shadows, and vanished as if he had never been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karen blinked, the emptiness of the corridor swallowing him instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand hovered over the handle, trembling slightly despite her effort to steady herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew a slow, shaky breath, trying to summon the courage she knew she needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pulse thundered in her ears, every beat echoing the apprehension and anticipation swirling inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she turned the handle and pushed the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the room was startlingly familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls were bare but polished, the floor smooth, the lighting soft but precise, and the furniture minimal yet functional—almost identical to her own quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sense of symmetry was unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made her realize that all the rooms in this underground bunker were likely designed the same way, each one sterile, controlled, and intimate in its own quiet way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there, standing at the small table, was Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exuded an effortless dominance, his posture relaxed but commanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand was a glass of wine, which he drained to the last drop with a single, fluid motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint clink of the empty glass on the table seemed to reverberate through the room, announcing his presence in a way nothing else could.\u003C\u002Fp>",1050,"2026-06-09T06:19:05.005Z",1,"novelbin.me","83c2d95897262c5adcffbf086dd9344b7ea2b179ef5d81f131bf31769d2e0eb7","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1015","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1013",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]