[{"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-1119":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},1832580,2438,"Chapter 1120 Meadows","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1119",1119,"\u003Cp>The smell of iron filled the hallway instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross lowered his arm slowly, as if he had merely swatted a fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression didn’t change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even bother wiping off the blood splattered across his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply looked at the remaining four men, each one frozen, drenched in the gore of their comrade, shaking like cornered prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two down...\" he murmured. \"Who’s next?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s final word was still echoing—still vibrating through the blood-stained hallway—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when the air behind him bent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple of shadow\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a distortion\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a whisper—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a man materialized directly at Ross’s back, like a nightmare stepping out of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the echo even died—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHHKKT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knife stabbed toward Ross’s throat with deadly precision, the blade aimed perfectly at the softest part of a human neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attacker’s movement was smooth, experienced, practiced from years of killing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guaranteed kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Except it wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade struck Ross’s skin—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks scattered across the dark hallway as the knife skidded off him, the metal edge vibrating violently like it had struck a tank’s armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand holding the blade shook from the recoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t bleed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t even feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly... very slowly... Ross turned his head, eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attacker’s breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the moment he knew this sneak attack had signed his death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross reached back, lightning-fast, trying to grab the man’s throat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the leader vanished again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His form dissolved into shadows, scattering like black dust before reappearing further down the hall, gasping softly, his knife-hand trembling. His ability—short-range teleportation or shadow-shift—saved him, but only barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Ross with a mixture of awe and cold terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No damage... no reaction... not even a scratch...\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross turned fully to face him now, steps slow, deliberate, unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re quick,\" Ross said. \"But not quick enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader clenched his jaw. He wasn’t shaking like the others had, but fear flickered in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand sharply to the three remaining men behind him—the last survivors of his squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Listen carefully,\" he barked. His voice echoed with authority, even as blood dripped from the ceiling behind Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three men stood frozen, pale and on the verge of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go back to the base,\" the leader ordered. \"Find Bruno. Tell him everything about this place. About him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This man... whoever he is... he’s not someone we can beat tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the men swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two stared at their boss like he’d just given them divine salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader stepped forward, blades in both hands now, stance sharp and ready despite the tremor in his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll stay behind,\" he said. \"I’ll buy you time. I’ll keep him busy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief washed over the three survivors so visibly that it almost looked pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks, boss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W—we won’t forget this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re the best—good luck!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned toward the exit immediately—but not before glancing at Ross one last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s eyes were glowing faintly, dark and dangerous, staring at them like prey he hadn’t decided to chase yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three men broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sprinted toward the stairs, nearly tripping over the bloodied wooden stakes, coughing as they pushed past the stench of gore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One slipped on brain matter and scrambled back up with a scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another shoved aside a broken chair and almost fell down the steps in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just wanted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within seconds, they were gone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>boots pounding out the door,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yelping in terror,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>racing into the night like hunted animals desperate to escape the slaughterhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That left only two people in the hallway:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross, dripping with the blood of their comrades...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...and the leader, blades drawn, breathing hard, knowing he was about to face something far worse than zombies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross wiped a splatter of blood from his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now it’s just the two of us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross smiled—a small, almost playful curl of the lips—and took a single step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not blurred, not sped up, not hidden—he was simply gone, as though the world had blinked and forgotten he existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So fast!\" the leader gasped. His voice cracked, the disbelief raw and unfiltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils shrank, and cold sweat immediately formed on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He... he copied our abilities. He copied everything. How? How can someone do that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He can copy our abilities at will... impossible...\" the leader muttered in his heart, and for the first time since the apocalypse began, true fear settled deep inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t even a battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had survived too long to simply freeze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apocalypse had broken him, rebuilt him, and burned him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had watched friends torn apart by zombies and mutants, fought scavengers over drops of water, slit throats in the dark before the enemy even knew he was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts had been sharpened into a deadly blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that blade now screamed at him: Move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He obeyed instantly, slipping into the shadows of the warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body vanished behind scattered crates, debris, pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved with practiced silence—rolling, sliding, stepping lightly with absolute precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spirit power wrapped around him, suppressing his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone else would’ve lost sight of him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross wasn’t anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too slow,\" Ross’s voice whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader’s blood turned to ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was right behind him—no, inside his ear, as if Ross were breathing directly across his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run faster. Hide better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader choked on a breath and stumbled forward, hitting the ground and scrambling like a terrified animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands slipped on dust and grime as he crawled behind a steel support beam, then darted to another shadowed corner without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved again. And again. A frantic pattern of desperate survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hide. Disappear. Get away. Move. Move!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the feeling of danger didn’t fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It grew.\u003C\u002Fp>",1008,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","cc804740071fb33d1a70ca7f91c48f4952918d8f84f797fd00beebdff1628668","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1120","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1118",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]