[{"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-1120":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},1832581,2438,"Chapter 1121 Summit","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1120",1120,"\u003Cp>Pressing down from every direction like an invisible storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader’s heart thrashed violently in his chest. His breath became ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision blurred at the edges from pure adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to steady himself, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s no fun at all.\" Ross’s sigh echoed from the darkness, almost disappointed. \"You’re far too slow to play with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single sentence crushed the last fragment of hope in the leader’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun around wildly, trying to pinpoint Ross’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the sound of his own breath, too loud in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something struck him in the stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a collision—as if a car speeding at full force rammed into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His abdomen caved inward with a horrible crunch, ribs bending and snapping like brittle sticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Air blasted out of his lungs in a broken gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His feet lifted off the ground as his entire body was launched upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His back slammed into the ceiling with explosive force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plaster cracked. Dust rained down. His bones groaned under the sudden, violent impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment he hung there, suspended awkwardly like a broken puppet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and then he fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit the floor head-first, then collapsed in a heap, arms twisted, legs limp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breath wheezed out of him in short, weak bursts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood trickled from his mouth, pooling on the cold concrete beneath his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision flickered like a dying flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the world finally steadied...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was standing over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands casually in his pockets, face relaxed, eyes calm—looking down at him as though he were nothing more than a toy that broke too easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the end,\" Ross sighed, sounding almost bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted his weight, lifted one leg, and stomped down on the man’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puchi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was wet, revolting, final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s head exploded beneath Ross’s boot—bone fragments, blood, and grey matter splattering across the dirt like crushed overripe fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body twitched once, twice, then went still. The metallic scent of blood thickened the air, coiling around the room like a suffocating fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross exhaled softly, as though even killing had become routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be,\" he muttered, wiping a speck of gore from his cheek with lazy fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes held no excitement, no satisfaction—only disappointment, as if the night had failed to amuse him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sauntered toward the window, footsteps unhurried, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cool night breeze touched his face as he pushed the shutters open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his gaze fell upon the chaos outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams echoed through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhhhhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men who had escaped earlier were being hunted down, trapped in a narrow alley by Brandon and his crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlight illuminated the scene in pale silver, turning the violence below into a haunting tableau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon’s men were no ordinary men—hungry eyes, twisted grins, movements too predatory to belong to humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They circled the terrified survivors like wolves savoring the moment before the kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each man who had fled now lay on the ground, pinned beneath clawed hands or crushed under brutish strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please—no—no—NO—!\" one of the fleeing men cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His plea only made Brandon grin wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed was not mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a swift end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But prolonged suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began with screams—raw, agonized, high-pitched. Brandon’s group tore into the survivors’ clothing, skin, sanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their minds broke far earlier than their bodies did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attackers laughed, taunted, mocked their prey as they played with them in grotesque, degrading ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agony stretched on and on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes felt like an eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their cries grew raspier, weaker, dissolving into sobs and choked gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the torment continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross watched it all with calm, detached eyes, leaning slightly against the window frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heartbeat didn’t quicken. His expression didn’t shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, the horror outside was no different than watching rain fall from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, after their \"fun\" was thoroughly exhausted, Brandon and his men unleashed the final part of their nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alley filled with a new set of sounds—wet tearing, crunching, slurping—ghastly noises that echoed off the walls as the monstrous group devoured the bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Piece by piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scream by scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life by life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bottomless hunger in their bellies drove them until nothing remained but smeared stains on the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross closed the window slowly as the last gurgling cry was swallowed by the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint breeze rustled the silence that followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another night ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another massacre completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the world, uncaring, continued turning beneath the moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Ross, he made his way back down into the basement, wiping a smear of dust from his sleeve as if he had simply stepped outside to breathe some fresh air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere below was thick—fear clung to the women like another layer of skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every pair of eyes snapped toward him the instant he reappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross raised a hand casually, offering a small smile that seemed out of place in the tense room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’ve gone away,\" he announced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, there was complete silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one breathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible...\" Giana whispered. Her voice cracked at the edges, her face pale and strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hugged herself tightly, as if expecting the door to burst open any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There were too many... even if some left, there should’ve been noise... something...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross shrugged lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can check upstairs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was so casual, so completely relaxed, that it only made the women more suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, desperation pushed them to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one they climbed the stairs, each step hesitant, as if they expected to see corpses piled at the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what they found froze them on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house’s main floor was spotless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tables were arranged neatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor gleamed with fresh cleaning oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights were lit and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>",1005,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","7e9379b0977a1e000a586f534b1576582e27996bddab8d53ed6739464531ce9f","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1121","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1119",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]