[{"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-1170":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},1832531,2438,"Chapter 1171 Farmer","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1170",1170,"\u003Cp>Cyrus Thorn opened his eyes, slow and deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gleamed with a sharp intelligence, cold and calculating, reflecting a mind that had never stopped planning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So... it begins,\" he muttered under his breath, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world was going to change again—but not for the better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fragile balance that had barely formed over the past year was already beginning to crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More bloodshed awaited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More pain, more suffering, more screams swallowed by ruined streets and empty skies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entire settlements would rise only to fall, and countless lives would be extinguished before they ever understood why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cyrus Thorn felt nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fate of the world did not concern him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living, the dead, the desperate struggles of survivors—none of it mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the chain wrapped around his very existence, the apocalypse itself was little more than background noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A full year had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hundred and sixty-five days of confinement, humiliation, and relentless frustration—and yet he still had no solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No method. No path forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enslavement Ross had imposed upon him remained flawless, absolute, and infuriatingly elegant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not merely control over his body, but over his will, his instincts, and even the direction of his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every attempt to resist was anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every loophole was sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every act of defiance was rendered meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had tried everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had pushed his powers to their limits, only to feel the invisible restraint tighten further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had experimented with self-inflicted damage, hoping pain might disrupt the control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had invoked forbidden techniques, twisted laws, and shattered his own mind again and again—only for it to reassemble under Ross’s authority, unchanged and unbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failure followed failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet surrender never crossed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cyrus’s hatred was cold, patient, and enduring. It did not burn wildly—it waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he still breathed, there remained a possibility, no matter how distant, of escape. He believed this with absolute certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he closed his eyes once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness of his mind, countless theories unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hypotheses were tested, discarded, refined, and tested again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dissected his own bondage layer by layer, probing for flaws too subtle for even Ross to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the chains were perfect, then Cyrus would simply have to become something that perfection could not account for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would adapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would experiment without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it took years, decades, or the rest of eternity did not matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cyrus Thorn would find a way out of this dire predicament—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or he would turn his very existence into a weapon sharp enough to wound even the one who enslaved him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright. Remember what I told you,\" the man whispered, his voice barely more than a breath carried through the stale air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Absolute silence. Absolute stealth. No sudden movements. No mistakes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised two fingers in a practiced signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small group of survivors nodded, each one tense but composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had done this many times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past year, scavenging missions like this had become routine—dangerous, yes, but familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had survived through discipline, patience, and abilities perfectly suited for moving unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They trusted the method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They trusted each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them quietly activated an invisibility spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subtle distortion rippled outward, and the group vanished from sight, their figures dissolving into the surrounding environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their heat signatures and faint spiritual fluctuations were suppressed, allowing them to blend seamlessly into the ruined city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step was deliberate. Every breath carefully controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets were littered with abandoned vehicles and broken concrete, but none of them made a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zombies wandered nearby—groaning, dragging their feet—but never once turned their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group slipped past them like ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their target soon came into view: a massive warehouse squatting at the edge of the district, its metal walls corroded and its loading bay doors half-crushed by time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the outside, it looked forgotten. From their earlier scouting, they knew it was anything but empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food. Medicine. Tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to keep their people alive for weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They circled the structure, scanning carefully. No unusual movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No concentrated undead presence. Everything appeared exactly as it should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They approached the entrance, preparing to slip inside and seal the door behind them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When every single one of them froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of dread washed over the group simultaneously. Skin prickled. Hair stood on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their instincts screamed danger, loud and overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a voice cut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is where you’re hiding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was thin and emotionless, spoken with casual certainty—as if the speaker had been watching them the entire time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The invisibility spell shattered like fragile glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before anyone could react, something moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader barely had time to turn before he was struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body lifted off the ground, slammed violently into the warehouse wall, and crumpled with a sickening crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed across rusted metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AHHHHH—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—! NOOOO—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"RUN! RUN—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic obliterated their discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carefully maintained formation collapsed instantly as shadows lunged from impossible angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One survivor was dragged screaming into the darkness, his cries cut short by tearing flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another tried to activate an escape ability, only to be ripped in half mid-cast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no enemy they could clearly see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ran blindly, crashing into shelves and crates, slipping on blood-slick floors. Teeth sank into necks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones shattered beneath crushing force. One by one, they were pulled down, devoured, and silenced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within minutes, it was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warehouse returned to stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood pooled across the concrete floor. Supplies lay scattered, untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single survivor remained—only gnawed bones and fading echoes of terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere in the shadows, something unseen lingered...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patiently waiting for the next ones who thought they were safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All around the world, the same nightmare was unfolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In shattered cities, hidden bunkers, underground shelters, and fortified settlements, chaos erupted almost simultaneously—as if some unseen signal had been given.\u003C\u002Fp>",1004,"2026-06-09T06:19:14.139Z",1,"novelbin.me","e7d4fc9cfa2941306e1484e5af031c828b4c41c06e6c80ef5b1ba528616fc5cb","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1171","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1169",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]