[{"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-1126":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},1832587,2438,"Chapter 1127 Semester","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1126",1126,"\u003Cp>Men and women huddled together, shielding trembling children with their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some clutched each other so tightly their knuckles turned white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grandmother fell to her knees, praying under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two small siblings sobbed loudly, faces buried in their mother’s torn jacket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruno’s smirk widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See that? You move one more inch and they all die! Every last one of them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t even slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was soft, almost casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he smiled—calm, relaxed, unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t care.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire room froze. Even the air felt like it stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruno blinked, momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wh–what? You crazy bastard, I said I’ll kill them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross walked closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruno’s face contorted in rage. He wasn’t used to being ignored. Not here. Not in his kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You asked for it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his arm down violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"DO IT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG-BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous barrage of automatic gunfire erupted all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright flashes tore through the dim room like lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recoil of weapons echoed like machine-fed war drums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets rained toward Ross in a dense, deadly wall—dozens per second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flew as metal stormed through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powder smoke billowed outward, filling the entire space with choking haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survivors screamed and curled into tight balls on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children shrieked and covered their ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Bruno’s own men flinched at the violence of their own gunfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullets reached him—and stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just inches from his face, the entire volley froze in mid-air, vibrating violently like angry insects trapped in glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal groaned, softening as heat surged through each round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their casings melted first, dripping like wax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the cores liquefied into glowing fragments, falling to the ground with sizzling splatters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the men stopped shooting, eyes wide with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"H–he’s not human...\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More bullets fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More steam rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The firing slowed as panic took over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross finally lifted a hand—and flicked an imaginary speck of dust off his coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruno took an involuntary step back, sweat pouring down his face despite the cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W–What... what the hell are you?!\" he choked out, stumbling as he tried to distance himself from Ross’s approaching figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of smile that told everyone in the room that their worst nightmare had just arrived—and the massacre had only begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Me? I’m a person of justice—the one who makes things right in this cursed world,\" Ross said, his voice flat but echoing in the store like a death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he raised his hand, shelves rattled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hammer shot off a rack and tore through the air, slamming perfectly into his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal glinted under the flickering lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand, it wasn’t a tool. It was an executioner’s weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross launched himself forward, the tiles beneath his feet shattering from the explosive force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearest man didn’t even get a chance to scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puchi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hammer came down like a comet. Skull, bone, and brain matter burst in a red spray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body collapsed instantly, legs twitching as Ross was already gone—already behind the next man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved like a shadow cutting through a field of wheat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every swing was a life ended, every step a corpse left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Limbs snapped, ribs caved in, spines broke with sickening cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men screamed, begged, tried to flee—but Ross was everywhere, untouchable, inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood misted the air with every strike, painting the supermarket aisles crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the fuck! Kill him! Kill him now!\" Bruno’s voice cracked, high-pitched with panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled backwards, waving his arms as his men opened fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets tore through the air but froze an inch from Ross, hanging suspended like time itself bowed to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of abilities followed—fireballs exploding, wind blades slicing toward him, crackling lightning bolts, even shards of ice meant to impale him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of it worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attacks hit his skin and fizzled out harmlessly, more like raindrops than weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullets clattered to the floor at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The store grew colder as every man present realized the horrible truth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t hurt him. Not even a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t even bother looking at their attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply walked through them, hammer dragging against the floor—scraping, ringing, promising death with every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puchi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams turned to gurgles. Pleas turned to silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man tried to crawl away, leaving a smear of blood behind him—Ross stepped on his back, crushed his spine, and moved on without a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another tried to use his ability to fly up to safety, but Ross leaped, grabbed his ankle, and slammed him down like a sack of meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One minute felt like an eternity of carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the violence finally stopped, the supermarket looked like a slaughterhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies lay scattered, mangled beyond recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood pooled between the aisles, dripping from shelves and painting the floor crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross stood alone in the center, not a drop of blood touching him—every drop had curved around him, afraid to stain him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Bruno remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trembling. White as ash. Cornered against the shelf of canned goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knees shook so hard he could barely stay standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reek of blood filled the room, and Ross’s shadow fell over him like a death omen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been left alive for one reason:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck you!\" Bruno screamed, voice cracking as he turned to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heavy boots clanged on the blood-splattered floor as his skin began to shift—darkening, hardening, turning into gleaming sheets of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal crept across his arms and shoulders like living armor, covering every inch of him until he stood like a steel giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why he led.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why no one dared defy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guns couldn’t penetrate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knives bent against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even abilities from awakened survivors bounced off harmlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all of that meant nothing against Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruno spun around with a roar and threw a monstrous punch toward Ross’s face—a blow that could smash through concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>",1015,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","bec5b9224b6760fadf7febbc716c39a69e2162740fa9fa2f80ebd044a01b6a03","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1127","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1125",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]