[{"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-1026":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},1832175,2438,"Chapter 1026 College","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1026",1026,"\u003Cp>A massive steel hatch built into the ground groaned open, the mechanical hum echoing across the empty landscape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, heavy gears locked into place, and a gust of stale air burst outward from the underground facility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the rumble—deep, rhythmic, and growing louder by the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, armored vehicles began to climb out of the bunker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunlight gleamed off their reinforced plating and mounted gun turrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-four of them in total, each fully armed and ready for battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their thick tires crushed the cracked concrete beneath as they assembled in formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had chosen to move in daylight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some might have called it a reckless decision—after all, the undead were most active under the sun’s glare—but Ross Oakley had reasons of his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting at night would have been far too easy for him and his men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t ordinary humans at all; they were stronger, faster, sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few million zombies were hardly enough to make them sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross understood one thing very well: power was most valuable when hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not reveal his full hand unless the situation truly demanded it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until then, he would play the role of a well-prepared leader—confident, capable, but seemingly human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world didn’t need to see a god walking among them. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armored convoy rolled out of the bunker in perfect synchronization, their engines rumbling like a pack of beasts hunting prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They drove past the empty land in the outer area of the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parkland City stretched ahead of them—a dead metropolis that once housed over two million souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was a home for shuffling corpses and the resistance that wanted to restore order amidst the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No orders were given. None were needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon, Ross’s trusted right-hand man, led the column with stoic focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every soldier in the convoy knew their role down to instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross himself sat in the second vehicle, relaxed and unconcerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had reclined his seat slightly, a comic book spread open on his lap, the corners of his lips curling faintly as he turned the pages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hum of engines was the only sound for ten long minutes. Then, without warning, it began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Contact—north and east!\" a voice barked through the radio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calm morning shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roar of gunfire erupted as the mounted turrets came alive, spinning and firing in synchronized bursts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chatter of high-caliber machine guns thundered through the streets, each burst cutting through the moaning swarm ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brass casings poured down from the turrets like golden rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From every direction, zombies flooded into view—crawling out of shattered windows, bursting through broken doors, climbing over wrecked cars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of decay filled the air as thousands became tens of thousands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But numbers meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The convoy never slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trucks plowed through the streets, shredding undead flesh to ribbons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy gunfire, rocket bursts, and grenades painted the battlefield with fire and gore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Severed limbs flew through the air. Skulls burst apart like rotten fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the armored cabin, Ross barely looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned another page of his comic, one hand casually resting on the window frame as explosions flashed outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon’s voice crackled over the radio. \"Clear. Moving to the central district!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" Ross murmured, not taking his eyes off the page. \"Keep the formation tight. Let them come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the slaughter continued. The convoy carved through the horde like a blade through mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every few seconds, another wave of the undead was reduced to ash and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth trembled from the constant barrage of firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But through it all, Ross remained serene—unbothered, unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His men fought like soldiers, but he sat like a man waiting for something bigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this was only the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still needed to harvest more heart stones for his people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until then, he let the sound of gunfire play like music while he finished his comic, a faint smirk forming on his lips as the convoy bathed the city in fire and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour passed, and the world above the bunker had turned into a living apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder of gunfire never ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It rolled across the plains like a storm that refused to end, shaking the ground and echoing off the ruined shells of distant buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of burning gunpowder mixed with rot and blood until it became a heavy, choking perfume of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the convoy, the battlefield was no longer recognizable—there was no ground, only a vast carpet of mangled corpses stretching in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every inch of the landscape was painted in crimson and black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bodies piled so high that the gunfire began to chew through the dead just to reach the ones still standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the horde kept coming, endless and insane, crawling over mountains of their own kind just to die again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through it all, the guns never stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrels of the mounted turrets glowed a dull red, yet they did not melt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ammunition belts that should have run dry after minutes of constant firing never seemed to end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feed systems didn’t jam, the engines didn’t falter, and the gunners didn’t tire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unnatural, eerie—like something out of a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one said a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross Oakley didn’t fight fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His undead men all knew it so well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross had a way of bending the impossible until it obeyed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infinite ammunition, weapons that never overheated, armor that never broke—it was just another one of his miracles or great luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no one, not even his closest men, dared to question him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just fired, killed, and kept moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was shocking to see one man ignoring the carnage, walking directly to the dead zombies to collect heart stones from their bodies with complete absence of fear or hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, through the storm of gunfire, a new sound broke the rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tog-tog-tog-tog!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rhythmic pounding of rotor blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads snapped upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark shadow cut through the clouds—one helicopter, then another, circling above the smoke like vultures.\u003C\u002Fp>",1012,"2026-06-09T06:19:05.005Z",1,"novelbin.me","a1d3d480a380d6f4ed2637a0ee83ac07f2971fd4c05bc5237a6a7bb4ee3a122b","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1027","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1025",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]