[{"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-1124":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},1832585,2438,"Chapter 1125 Moonlight","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1124",1124,"\u003Cp>The group finally reached a massive, once-bustling supermarket that occupied nearly an entire city block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its towering sign was cracked, flickering weakly, but the structure itself still stood firm like a stubborn monument refusing to fall to the apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place had become the base of Giana and the rest of her group—a decision made not out of luxury, but pure practicality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food was abundant, storage rooms were packed, and the building’s thick concrete walls made it far safer than most shelters scattered around Parkland City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ross and the others approached, they could see the subtle signs of human effort layered over the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shopping carts were welded together into makeshift barricades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel shelves had been dragged to block entrances. Wooden planks had been hammered across broken windows to prevent crawlers from slithering inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint trail of smoke drifted from a burn pit where zombies had been thrown and cremated, leaving behind that sharp, unmistakable scent of scorched undead flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the atmosphere felt strangely calm compared to the dying city outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lanterns hung from hooks. Several survivors were patrolling with spears and sharpened metal pipes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air carried the warmth of cooked food and the distant chatter of people—something rare and almost nostalgic in a world where silence usually meant danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaos consuming Parkland City hadn’t lessened at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, it had grown worse the farther they walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abandoned cars lined the roads like gravestones. Blood trails marked the sidewalks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere in the distance, a lone gunshot echoed, followed by the shrill, haunting cry of a zombie pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military still hadn’t reclaimed the city; that much was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t because they didn’t want to—it was because they couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers had been dying in droves ever since the outbreak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones who survived were exhausted, stretched thin, and constantly forced to choose between duty and the desperate need to check on their own families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many who attempted to reach their homes never returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their routes had turned into slaughterfields, littered with smashed vehicles and torn uniforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parkland City had become a maze of death where every wrong turn could end in a scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite everything, humanity hadn’t collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sliver of hope remained, small but blazing stubbornly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The discovery of the heart stones had changed the tide, even if only slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People awakened strange powers—some strong, some weak, but every ability counted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These stones gave humanity an edge against the monsters, a way to fight back instead of just running and hiding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little by little, safe zones grew. Survivors were found and rescued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certain districts were slowly cleared out and reclaimed from the undead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a grand victory, not yet, but it was progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A step forward in a world that had almost forgotten what progress felt like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why places like this supermarket mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t just shelters; they were reminders that people could still work together, adapt, fight, and survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ross looked around, seeing the determined faces of the survivors and the fortified walls they had built with their own hands, he understood something clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just a base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was proof that humanity refused to be erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go.\" Ross stopped the vehicle with a sharp tap of the brakes and stepped out, the door swinging open with a heavy thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boots hit the cracked asphalt, and the air around him seemed to shift—dense, oppressive, full of a quiet pressure that made even Giana and the others shiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest hurried after him, forming a loose line behind his tall figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They barely got the chance to adjust to the new surroundings before the undead began shambling toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happened next was the same terrifying pattern from earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every zombie that got within ten meters of Ross froze mid-step... and then collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies imploded, skulls flattened, rib cages caved in as though an invisible hammer descended from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creatures were crushed so completely that their corpses resembled broken pies splattered across the pavement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood fanned out like dark petals around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t even look at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply continued forward, walking straight toward the supermarket’s main entrance—a pair of thick metal sliding doors that had been barricaded from the inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy beams, chains, and welded plates reinforced it. It was supposed to withstand a horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not withstand Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he approached, the metal groaned loudly, shaking violently before both doors bent inward as if struck by a giant’s fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a deafening bang, they flew open, the reinforced locks snapping like they were nothing more than old twigs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, five armed guards jumped up in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—stop—what do y—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t even get to finish their words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they raised their guns, something invisible and brutal slammed them downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five bodies hit the ground with sickening cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their limbs twisted at impossible angles, bones tore through skin, and blood pooled instantly beneath their broken frames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single one survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ross!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana, Ace, Joy, and the rest stiffened, their faces pale as sheets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hearts hammered painfully in their chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had expected resistance from the supermarket’s defenders, but they never imagined Ross would eliminate them in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zombies were one thing—mindless monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans were another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Ross kill people with the same casual cruelty sent chills down their spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something darker... colder... primal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t pity them.\" Ross didn’t even spare the corpses a glance. His voice was low, steady, laced with a cold anger that felt deeper than rage. \"They’re animals wearing human skin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, his boots splashing in their pooled blood, and paused only for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed, as if peering into the memories of the dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their crimes clung to them like a foul stench.\u003C\u002Fp>",1001,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","dab08a0dcc182f05d0938966a9c89eff1a52c9a90d9f054e228e4feffb51ca4a","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1125","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1123",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]