[{"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-1125":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},1832586,2438,"Chapter 1126 Specimen","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1125",1125,"\u003Cp>\"These bastards didn’t protect survivors,\" Ross muttered. \"They hunted them. They raped women. They abused their own people. Anyone weaker, anyone desperate... they used them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lip curled in disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Men like that have no right to breathe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana and the rest exchanged uneasy glances. Their hearts were a mess of relief, fear, and confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were grateful he had cleared the danger... but terrified at how easy he made murder look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross took another step, and his tone grew quieter—more honest, more chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked one of the corpses aside with casual disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And men like these? Monsters... real monsters? I’ll never pity them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group followed behind him slowly, cautiously, almost afraid to walk too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw his back—broad, calm, unyielding—and realized something undeniable:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the apocalypse had birthed demons...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was their demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in a world this hellish, that might be the only kind of guardian anyone could hope for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross kept walking, his pace unhurried, his expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every guilty man who dared stand in his way met the same fate—a sudden, horrifying collapse as if something colossal had stomped them flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones snapped like brittle twigs, organs burst like overripe fruit, and blood sprayed across the floor in wide arcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-clean supermarket tiles were now painted in red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ace, Miku, and the rest followed several steps behind him, their legs trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them had ever seen something like this—not even during the worst days of the apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross wasn’t fighting. He wasn’t even exerting effort. He simply walked... and men died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ace whispered under her breath, though her voice shook violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-What... is he...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana hugged herself tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Ross we know... he wouldn’t...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her words faltered, drowned by the wet crunch of another body collapsing ahead of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their kind, polite, almost gentle Ross—the one who smiled and reassured them, who drove the car, who talked to them like they mattered—felt like a memory fading into smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ross walking ahead of them now felt like a cold executioner, an unstoppable force wearing a human face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deeper they entered the superstore, the more survivors they encountered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some men held pipes, knives, or stolen firearms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many were shaking, realizing the intruder had already carved a bloody path through their comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... no no no—please!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man crashed to his knees the moment he spotted Ross approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands shot up in surrender, tears streaming down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ace held her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross walked past him without inflicting harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man collapsed forward in relief, sobbing uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then it happened again—a terrified young man in torn clothing pressed his body against the wall, trembling so hard he could barely speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s eyes passed over him like one might glance at a piece of furniture. He was spared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana watched, heart pounding, confusion twisting in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was Ross letting these ones live?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t ask—not while Ross was drenched in the quiet, suffocating aura of a killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not while bodies were still collapsing like crushed tin cans around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she simply followed, her boots stepping over cracked skulls and shattered bones, her eyes fixed on Ross’s broad back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked through the aisles, Ross’s judgment became clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—The terrified, powerless men: spared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—The ones with guilt thick in their eyes: crushed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—The ones who had laughed while women cried: obliterated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—The ones who had enjoyed violence: wiped out before they realized they’d been targeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t need explanations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need confessions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see their filth the moment his eyes landed on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"More of them...\" Miku whispered as they crossed into the hardware section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Groups of survivors huddled there, clutching whatever they could find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had been forced into servitude. Others were clearly victims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ross approached, they backed away instinctively, fearing the same fate as the corpses outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross walked past them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spared men stared at him in disbelief, some collapsing in relief, others breaking down in tears after days—maybe weeks—of terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them whispered shakily:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He... he knows... who the real monsters are...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after passing through multiple aisles, crossing over what felt like a battlefield of blood and broken bodies, they reached the back of the superstore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A set of heavy employee-only doors hung crooked on their hinges, forced open earlier by some panicked survivor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them was a massive storage area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dimly lit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smelling of sweat, fear, and something rancid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of people huddled there, packed together like cattle. Some were crying silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others kept their eyes down, too terrified to move. This was the heart of the supermarket’s torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the center of it all, lounging on a heap of blankets and stolen supplies like a tyrant on a trash throne...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...was Bruno.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head when Ross stepped inside, his confident smirk freezing halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him stood his loyal dogs—goons who had carried out his orders, abused the weak, and ruled this place with iron fists and twisted smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tightened their grips on their makeshift weapons, but their eyes were wide, filled with panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t stop walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boots echoed through the storage area like tolling bells announcing death’s arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every guilty man flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every innocent person swallowed and prayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana, Ace, Miku, and the others stood at the entrance, watching in stunned silence as Ross finally came face to face with Bruno and the monsters who had turned this supermarket into a kingdom of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true confrontation was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make a move and I’ll have my men kill these people!\" Bruno roared, his voice booming through the storage hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The big, bald brute stepped forward, his boots crunching on debris and spent shell casings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wicked grin stretched across his scarred face as he jabbed a thick finger toward the terrified crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, over three dozen armed men spread out in a rough semi-circle, guns raised and abilities flaring unevenly across their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fingers tightened on the triggers. Their eyes darted between Ross and the helpless survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>",1028,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","3b82dc8945c53503d9fe105f9bbe5df4bd3d3bd9ff2828a8c486c3fb8fb295e9","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1126","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1124",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]