[{"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-1172":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},1832533,2438,"Chapter 1173 Butter","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1172",1172,"\u003Cp>Ross knew this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen the threads of the technique unravel before his eyes, thanks to his intimate knowledge of Cyrus Thorn, the man behind its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every effect, every mutation, every twisted evolution of the zombie hordes had been calculated long ago—and he understood it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The devastation that others only began to recognize as it unfolded was no surprise to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Ross felt nothing for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plight of the world, the suffering of its people, the death toll climbing by the millions—none of it mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and his loved ones were safe. They would endure. Survival was guaranteed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The collapse of civilizations, the agony of those left behind, the corruption of the World Heart—these were not his concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered to Ross was how he would spend this interlude, this rare pause between waves of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lull where danger had momentarily receded, where the world was forced to catch its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone like him, moments like these were precious, rare, and deserving of attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross had his ways of finding amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved through the world with a predator’s calm, enjoying the vulnerability of others, observing them from a distance, seeing how they reacted to fear and uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helplessness of survivors, their panic, their confusion—it fascinated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took advantage of it, shaping events to entertain himself, manipulating outcomes subtly while remaining untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among his preferred diversions was hunting, not out of necessity, but out of pure sport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He relished challenges, and there was no greater thrill for him than pursuing the beautiful, the elusive, and the unwary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chase was intoxicating, a distraction from the monotony of waiting for the next wave of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in this brief lull, Ross indulged fully, meticulously planning his games, selecting his targets with precision, and ensuring that every pursuit satisfied his exacting standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the rest of the world, he might have appeared detached or even coldhearted—but beneath that calm exterior burned a mind that thrived on control, on strategy, and on the satisfaction of knowing that he alone moved freely while chaos reigned all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apocalypse raged outside, the zombie hordes advanced, and the World Heart trembled under the weight of despair—and yet, Ross walked through it all, untouched, calculating, and entirely unconcerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, let’s see who I’ll be playing with today,\" Ross muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm, almost idle, as though he were deciding how to spend a lazy afternoon rather than peering into the fate of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His divine sense unfurled completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spread outward in every direction, unhindered by distance or obstruction, washing over continents, oceans, and ruined cities alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountains might as well have been dust, and walls no more than paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every living being was laid bare before him—heartbeats echoing faintly, thoughts flickering like dying embers, fear and hope intertwined in fragile threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He observed them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survivor camps huddled behind crumbling defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lone wanderers scavenged through the remains of civilization, clinging to desperation. Some prayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some cursed. Some had already resigned themselves to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross perceived it all with detached clarity, his mind filtering through countless existences in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most were uninteresting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too broken. Too dull. Too predictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed over them without pause, dismissing entire regions as effortlessly as one might skim past words on a page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opportunities were abundant, yet very few were worth his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His divine sense halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the countless flickering lives, one presence stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because of overwhelming strength, but because of contrast. Resolve buried beneath fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A will that had not yet been crushed. Potential still untouched by despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It aligned perfectly with the unspoken standards Ross carried within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile slowly formed on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There you are,\" he murmured, his tone soft but unmistakably possessive. \"You’ll do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world around him trembled ever so slightly—not from force, but from authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space bent to his will, folding inward without sound or resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no flash of light, no ripple of energy for others to sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment Ross stood where he was, and the next, he simply wasn’t there anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality closed behind him as if he had never existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, far beyond mortal perception, Ross emerged seamlessly at his destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood close—far closer than any normal being should have been—yet remained unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence was perfectly concealed, his aura erased, his existence reduced to nothing more than a shadow that even fate itself struggled to detect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He observed his chosen target in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every breath. Every subtle movement. Every emotion flickering beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross did not rush. He never did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, anticipation was part of the game—and he had all the time in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Washington, D.C.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think that’s our target,\" the woman said, her voice low but firm, stating the obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was strikingly beautiful, with short crimson hair that barely brushed her chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her combat armor, fitted tightly yet designed for mobility, covered her from neck to toe—but even through the layers of reinforced plating, her tall, athletic frame was impossible to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She carried herself with the calm assurance of someone who had faced unimaginable horrors and survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sharp eyes scanned the ruined streets below and the sky above, assessing every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay alert,\" the man beside her replied, his voice steady but edged with caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall, handsome, and clad in identical combat gear, he exuded quiet confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the tension in his shoulders betrayed the weight of the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ve all seen what these things are capable of. Don’t underestimate her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both looked upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hovering far above the skyline was a baby girl—a vision both horrifying and impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her small, delicate body floated effortlessly, motionless in the air as though gravity did not exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked pristine, untouched by the devastation around her, yet her expression was anything but innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wide eyes gleamed with maniacal glee, and a twisted smile played across her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer unnaturalness of her presence made the two hunters tense instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1008,"2026-06-09T06:19:14.139Z",1,"novelbin.me","ea4eb62649d9cae61f381dcb6f408a3f158325381a51a8a529fa4543fc8d213f","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1173","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1171",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]