[{"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-1169":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},1832530,2438,"Chapter 1170 Wraith","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1169",1169,"\u003Cp>After that day, Alistair and his siblings were granted the freedom to venture outside whenever they wished, on the sole condition that Brandon accompanied them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the rule was enforced strictly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During their earliest outings, their mothers followed closely behind, never letting the children stray too far from their sight, weapons always drawn and senses stretched taut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those first trips were tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every distant groan, every shadow between ruined buildings, sent their hearts racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The undead roamed in numbers, and the world beyond their safe zone was unforgiving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than once, their mothers had to intervene, cutting down zombies before they could overwhelm the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that phase did not last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each excursion, Alistair and the others grew noticeably stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeated battles tempered their bodies and sharpened their instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They learned how to move together, how to cover each other’s blind spots, and how to strike decisively without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heart stones they gathered after every successful hunt accumulated rapidly, each one fueling further growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their abilities began to evolve at an alarming pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What once required careful planning and constant supervision soon became routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hordes that had previously forced them to retreat were now cut down methodically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zombies fell in droves, their bodies littering the streets as the siblings pressed forward without fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, their mothers stopped following on every trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, they only stayed behind occasionally. Then, more often than not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, they no longer accompanied the group at all, content to watch them leave from a distance, their expressions a mixture of pride and lingering concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even then, one thing never changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon was always with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew how strong Brandon was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not something he boasted about, nor something he ever demonstrated seriously—but those who had sparred with him understood all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were calm, controlled, and terrifyingly efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how hard they tried, no one could truly push him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among Ross’ wives, only Althea could manage to stand her ground against him for more than a brief exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, there was no certainty that she was actually forcing him to exert himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their spars often looked casual, almost playful, devoid of killing intent or desperate struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That uncertainty unsettled everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not tell where Brandon’s limits truly lay—or if he even had any.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Ross, his reputation grew steadily with each passing day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone acknowledged his strength, and many openly admired him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most believed his power stemmed from the countless heart stones he possessed, assuming that sheer resources were the reason he advanced so quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a comforting explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, it was also wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them knew the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them realized that Ross’s strength had already surpassed all known limits—that he was no longer merely strong, but peerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, long before anyone noticed, Ross had already become the strongest man in the entire multiverse, an existence standing far above the ruins of this broken world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he remained silent, allowing everyone to misunderstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Week by week, Alistair and his siblings continued their expeditions beyond the safety of Aegis, venturing deeper into the devastated city with every passing raid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the survivors they encountered were few—lonely figures hiding in basements, collapsed buildings, and sealed apartments, clinging to life through nothing but fear and stubborn will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of those early rescues were barely alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the siblings grew stronger, their confidence and efficiency increased alongside their power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What once required careful scouting and cautious movement gradually transformed into methodical operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Routes were mapped, danger zones cleared, and entire districts slowly reclaimed from the undead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With greater strength came greater reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within just three months of relentless zombie raiding, the number of rescued survivors skyrocketed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The siblings saved more than fifteen hundred people, pulling them back from the edge of extinction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, the population of Aegis had swelled to over two thousand, transforming the settlement from a refuge into a growing community.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For those who were saved, the experience was nothing short of overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many broke down the moment they crossed the gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hardened expressions shattered, and bloody tears streamed down their faces as they realized they were no longer running, no longer hiding, no longer waiting to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some fell to their knees, trembling as if the ground itself were the only thing keeping them upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had survived hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the rescued were painfully weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They possessed no combat abilities, no awakened powers, and no means to fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing zombies had never been an option for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they had endured by hiding in silence, rationing scraps of food, and praying each night that the undead would not find them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunger had carved deep lines into their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many were emaciated, their ribs clearly visible beneath thin skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were carried into Aegis unconscious, teetering on the brink of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infection, exhaustion, and despair had hollowed them out long before they were rescued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Aegis was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside its walls, survivors were met not with judgment, but with care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had awakened healing abilities worked tirelessly, moving from one injured person to the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wounds that would have once been fatal slowly closed. Fevers broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starving bodies were stabilized and nourished back to health.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food was shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shelter was provided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Order was restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since the apocalypse began, people slept without clutching weapons or listening for groans in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope—fragile but real—began to take root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aegis was no longer just a place to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was becoming a symbol of survival, a beacon in a dead world, and the quiet foundation of something that might one day resemble a future again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, as the anniversary of the zombie apocalypse arrived, the world seemed to hold its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cities lay in ruins, the streets still haunted by the echoes of the fallen, and yet life—fragile and stubborn—had clawed its way back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was on this day that someone, who had spent all the intervening time searching for a way to escape or fix his predicament, finally stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>",1019,"2026-06-09T06:19:14.139Z",1,"novelbin.me","625d5042155c850f06e5b879e5b1b46867b9e9937dfddbdda2baae33b72260d1","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1170","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1168",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]