[{"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-1116":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},1832577,2438,"Chapter 1117: 1117 Physics","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1116",1116,"\u003Cp>Chapter 1117: Chapter 1117 Physics\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-What meat is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It tastes like premium beef but… not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s too tender to be normal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the flavor—how is it this good?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women turned toward Miku expectantly, but Miku could only chuckle before her eyes shifted toward Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ross cooked it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should’ve known!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku nodded proudly. “Well, I cooked the base, but Ross added his own spices and ingredients. And when Ross finishes a dish…” She exhaled deeply, almost reverently. “It becomes something else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ace leaned back, arms crossed as he spoke like a man who had been blessed for years. “After eating Ross’s cooking, everything else feels dull. The flavors… they’re on another level.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newcomers took another bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This tastes magical…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—divine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It feels like my entire body is warming up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My fatigue is disappearing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them lifted her bowl to drink straight from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is this man?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their heads turned toward Ross again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat quietly on a wooden bench, still looking a little pale, hands folded over his lap. A tired, humble smile rested on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, he looked like a fragile hero forcing himself to stay strong despite the blood he had spilled minutes earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was smiling in triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cooking was another weapon, another way to make them admire him, trust him, rely on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women continued eating, savoring every spoonful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s so flavorful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Each sip tastes different—deeper, richer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I feel like crying. Is food supposed to be this good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t know soup could taste like heaven…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku laughed softly. “Welcome to Ross’s cooking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ace nodded. “You get used to it. Eventually.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All five newcomers stared at Ross with stars in their eyes—gratitude, awe, and budding infatuation mixing into a single overwhelming emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Libby pressed her bowl to her chest like it was sacred. “Ross… thank you for saving me… and for this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another girl whispered, “He’s… amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another murmured, “He risked his life… to save someone he barely knows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And another added quietly, cheeks slightly red, “And he can cook like this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their admiration deepened, solidified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross kept his smile soft, humble… perfectly innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside his mind, however—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step two complete, he thought with satisfaction. Healing act successful. Cooking supremacy confirmed. They’re hooked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so he sat there, surrounded by warm gazes and blushes, while the aroma of his heavenly soup filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, when the last bowls were wiped clean and everyone had settled into the warm, gentle glow of a full meal, the atmosphere finally felt calm enough for the five women to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had eaten quietly at first, as if afraid the food might disappear if they made too much noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, huddled together on the long couch, they exchanged looks—silent encouragements—before deciding it was time to tell the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana sat at the center of the group, her fingers intertwined tightly with the others’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes flickered from Ross to the rest of the room. She swallowed once, hard, and began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They told Ross and the others everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been survivors—lucky ones, or so they thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their camp had once been a refuge, a walled compound built from scrap metal, broken cars, and whatever else they could shove into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than a hundred people had lived there—families, loners, elderly survivors, even a few children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life had been difficult, but it had been life, and in the apocalypse, that was priceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a while, they managed. They hunted, scavenged, grew what little crops they could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their leader, an older man named Donovan, kept order and made sure disputes were settled quickly and fairly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t perfect, but he was humane—a rare quality in a dying world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything fell apart the morning Donovan was found dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been murdered brutally, his throat slit, his belongings ransacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camp fell into chaos, and in that chaos, a new leader rose—Bruno.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hulking man with a shaved head, scarred knuckles, and a voice that silenced arguments by sheer force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He declared Donovan weak and claimed that only strength could keep them alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, people accepted it. They were scared. They wanted direction. But then the whispers began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Women waking up with bruises they couldn’t explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls going to sleep and never leaving their tents alone again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A handful of women confiding in each other about being cornered, groped, threatened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none dared speak publicly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruno had loyal men—thugs who patrolled the camp like guard dogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first woman who tried to report Bruno… disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second was found dead near the fences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third had her entire family threatened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so fear became the new law of the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana’s voice shook as she continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We… we thought maybe it wouldn’t reach us. That if we kept our heads down, if we didn’t draw attention, we’d be safe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands trembled. One of the other women, Valery, squeezed her arm gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But then,” Valery whispered, “Bruno started choosing. Like we were… things.” Her breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He would stare at us every day. We knew it was only a matter of time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They planned their escape for weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They scavenged a map, gathered small food portions, identified weak points in the patrol schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even then, escaping was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camp was surrounded by makeshift walls and guarded by men who enjoyed violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They escaped anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the middle of the night, while a fire broke out on the west side, diverting most of Bruno’s men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ran barefoot through brush and dirt, not daring to stop, even as debris tore at their legs and lungs burned for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an hour, they wandered, starving, exhausted, always looking over their shoulders and hiding from zombies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They heard voices once—Bruno’s men searching for them—but they hid until the footsteps faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then… we saw the lights here,” Giana said, voice barely above a whisper. “We didn’t know if anyone kind lived here. But we had no choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes glistened with tears she tried to blink away. “We just… hoped.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened her mouth to continue—but froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>",1026,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","07b099d82b2f642e6c9a9118c7789b65f9deafd4fb33bce3e35d109146f5203a","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1117","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1115",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]