[{"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-1140":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},1832601,2438,"Chapter 1141 Calories","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1140",1140,"\u003Cp>\"Fuck you, Ross! I don’t know what you did or how you did it—but I killed you once, and I’ll kill you again!\" Wilson roared, spit flying from his lips as fury twisted every line of his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed his blade at Ross with a trembling hand, not from fear, but from the overwhelming rage burning inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, his men surged forward, forming a semi-circle around their leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sea of bodies—one hundred twenty-one armed fighters, each wearing a smug, confident expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their boots thudded loudly against the marble floor as they approached, the sound echoing like a war drum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t just confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man—even Ross—couldn’t stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross, seated lazily on his throne, simply watched them approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, his expression more amused than concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\" he murmured, tilting his head as if seeing something humorous in Wilson’s bluster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his grin sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without rising from his throne, Ross lifted one hand and made a slow, deliberate gesture in the air, as if pulling invisible strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temperature in the vast chamber dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling wind swept through the hall, suddenly snuffing out several torches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows stretched unnaturally long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground trembled—softly at first, then violently enough that some of Wilson’s men staggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of footsteps echoed... dozens, then hundreds... synchronized, relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From every dark corner of the hall—from behind pillars, above rafters, and even through cracks in the stone—figures began emerging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One mask appeared. Then another. Then ten. Then fifty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A torrent of masked warriors flooded into view, each wearing an expressionless demon mask, each moving with silent coordination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their armor was dark, matte, and cold, their weapons forged with eerie, sinister designs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They surrounded Ross in a perfect circle, forming a wall of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred of them... then even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At their forefront stood Brandon, towering and imposing, his demon mask marked with jagged crimson streaks that signified his command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rested his massive cleaver-like blade on his shoulder, his posture calm, patient... hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson’s men froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bravado faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This... this can’t be real,\" one of them whispered, stepping back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross finally shifted, leaning comfortably into his throne as though he had settled into a private theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well,\" he said with a soft chuckle, \"now our numbers are equal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes gleamed dangerously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boys,\" he called out, his voice echoing like a king addressing his army, \"make sure they don’t die too quickly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then added with a cruel, satisfied smile:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make them suffer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon lowered his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every masked warrior leaned forward in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horde surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous battle cry exploded through the hall as Ross’s undead minions rushed forward with terrifying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson’s men barely had time to lift their weapons before the first clash rang out—metal against metal, bone against flesh, screams mixing with the thunder of combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross rested his chin on his palm, watching the chaos unfold before him like a private performance crafted for his amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies flew across the chamber as Brandon carved through the front lines with monstrous strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still Ross watched, calm and entertained, as if he were merely enjoying the opening act of a much longer show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—NOOOOOO! GET AWAY FROM ME!\" one of Wilson’s men shrieked, stumbling backward, his voice cracking under the sheer weight of panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scream was swallowed by dozens more as the demon-masked warriors closed in like a tightening noose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gunfire started first—wild, frantic, uncontrolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzzle flashes lit up the hall as bullets tore through the air, slamming into the undead soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of rounds punched into their arms, chests, and skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holes ripped through their bodies; chunks of flesh and bone were blasted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the undead didn’t even flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if their bodies were made of fog and iron at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets entered—but nothing stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They kept walking, jaws clenched beneath their masks, eyes burning with cold malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abilities followed next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fireballs exploded across the chamber, bathing undead warriors in flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Electric arcs danced between their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind blades sliced through their torsos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ice spikes impaled legs and chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barrage of magic thundered forward so violently that the entire hall shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still... they advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unhurried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Untouched in spirit even as their bodies tore apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon took a blast of fire to the face—an inferno that would have melted steel—and swatted it aside with one hand before continuing forward, his heavy footsteps echoing like a death knell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHY AREN’T THEY FALLING?!\" another man screamed, voice breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THEY’RE MONSTERS! MONSTERS!\" someone else cried as he emptied his magazine until the gun clicked dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their terror only deepened when the undead finally reached them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s soldiers needed no blades. No spears. No guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those hands were far, far more dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first impact was sickening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fist smashed into a man’s sternum, caving it inward like brittle wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped, choking on blood, eyes bulging from the instant, catastrophic pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AHHHHHHHH! F-FUCK! PLEASE—PLEASE!\" the man gurgled before another blow shattered his jaw and sent teeth spraying across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, another fighter swung desperately at an undead warrior—only for his fist to be caught mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The undead tightened its grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s wrist snapped backward at an impossible angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed, only for a knee to drive into his ribs, snapping them one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He collapsed in a sobbing heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they weren’t allowed to die quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon reached a fleeing man, grabbed him by the back of his neck, and slammed him into the ground so hard the marble cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The victim writhed, only for Brandon to slowly, deliberately grind his boot into the man’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scream so raw it didn’t even sound human tore through the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another undead soldier grabbed a man by the ankle and dragged him across the floor as he clawed and kicked, leaving bloody streaks behind.\u003C\u002Fp>",1006,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","aa7e9cb1d2a86b3b5b2a4eb7e9f37a1a44f54806e019998c81efad48ec1e8c7a","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1141","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1139",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]