[{"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-147":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},1831538,2438,"Chapter 147 Wrath","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-147",147,"\u003Cp>Ross paused for a brief moment, turning his head just enough to give her a quick, amused glance. His lips curved into a small, teasing smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You make me blush, Maya. I hope you enjoy the show, then.\" His words were light, but the underlying coldness in his tone made it clear he wasn't joking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Ross raised his hands, and a hammer materialized in his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gleamed under the dim lighting, its weight evident as he held it casually, almost as though it were nothing more than an everyday tool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maya had a fleeting thought—How did he get that hammer?—but the memory of his previous cryptic answers stopped her from voicing the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she trembled in place when she remembered something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maya could not help but shiver at the memory of this very same hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of it, the brutal impact, the screams—it all came rushing back to her in a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt her stomach churn, a wave of nausea rising within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, it felt like the world around her spun, and she almost puked right then and there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her throat tightened, and the bitter taste of acid bile rose up, threatening to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she managed to hold it back, her body trembling as she fought to regain control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swallowed hard, the taste lingering in the back of her throat, but she forced herself to breathe deeply, trying to push the memories—and the sickness—away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maya stayed silent instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! No, please!\" one of the gangsters shouted, his face contorting with panic as he scrambled to free himself from the ropes that held him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay back!\" another yelled, his voice cracking with desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not me! Go to Plum or the boss first!\" A third gangster, his hands trembling, looked frantically at Nico, who was sitting, frozen, his eyes wide with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bravado was gone—replaced with raw, primal fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross's smirk deepened as he surveyed them, his eyes locking onto the one who had spoken last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, don't worry,\" he said with chilling calmness, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. \"I've got time for all of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, the hammer fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first blow was swift and brutal, and the sharp crack of it echoed in the room, followed by a strangled scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AGGGGHHHHHHHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of it was almost unbearable, but Ross didn't flinch. He didn't even pause as the man writhed beneath his grasp, his face contorted in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Ross continued, each swing measured and deliberate, each hit a reminder that mercy was not something he offered to those who crossed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maya stood rooted to the spot, her gaze locked on Ross and the gangsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt a strange mix of horror and awe—horror for the violence unfolding before her eyes, and awe at the sheer efficiency and coldness with which Ross handled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gangsters, who had once been so confident, now begged for mercy. The ones who had mocked him, who had threatened Maya, now screamed in terror, pleading for their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross paid no heed to their pleas. He continued to swing the hammer, each impact accompanied by another scream, another echo of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air in the room grew thick with blood, sweat, and fear, the stench of it heavy in the small space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gangsters' cries filled the room, each one more desperate than the last, but Ross's expression never wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maya could barely tear her eyes away, her heart pounding in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Part of her wanted to turn away, to block out the gruesome scene in front of her, but another part—one she refused to acknowledge—couldn't help but be mesmerized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something undeniable about Ross's control, about the way he moved with such precision and purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each swing of the hammer was like an artist's brushstroke, each hit a deliberate step in a process only Ross understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gangsters, now bloodied and broken, begged for their lives, but their cries fell on deaf ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, please! Not me!\" one screamed, his face a mask of terror. \"I'll do anything! Just let me go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay back, I said!\" another pleaded, his voice frantic. \"Go to Plum first, or Nico! Please! They're the ones at fault here! We're just following orders!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross didn't even flinch. The cries faded into the background as he worked, his focus unshakable. Continue reading at empire\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maya stood there, unable to look away, as Ross carried out his grim work. He was like a force of nature—unstoppable, ruthless, and unrelenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hours seemed to stretch on, each minute more agonizing than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sounds of the gangsters' tortured screams and the sickening thuds of the hammer filled the room, mixing with the low hum of the lights above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, when the last of the gangsters had been silenced, their bodies lying in a broken heap on the floor, Ross lowered the hammer with a sigh of satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped his brow, as if the task had been a mere inconvenience, and looked at the carnage he had left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All done,\" he said softly, his tone casual, almost like he had just finished a routine task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For eight hours, Ross worked, each strike a deliberate blow meant not just to break their bodies, but to prolong the agony these bastards would endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every scream, every pleading cry, was music to his ears, but he wasn't satisfied with just their screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted them to feel it—feel every second of their torment, every ounce of suffering. He didn't rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hours stretched on as he carefully broke bones, shattered spirits, and pushed them beyond the point of sanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maya was still frozen, her body trembling as she took in the aftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was eerily quiet now, save for the soft drip of blood falling onto the floor, the gangsters motionless in their painful defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had ever seen anything like it once. Even after everything she had witnessed, the brutality, the coldness, was staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross turned to her, his expression unreadable for a moment, before it softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped closer, reaching out to gently cup her cheek, his touch tender despite the violence he had just unleashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was truly unbelievable was that, despite the hours of brutal torture, not a single drop of blood touched Ross's body or clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's done,\" he whispered, his voice low and soothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maya nodded slowly, her emotions a tangled mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could still hear the echoes of the screams in her mind, but in Ross's arms, there was a strange sense of peace, a feeling that nothing could harm her while he was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go,\" Ross said, his voice steady. He offered her his hand, and without a word, Maya took it, allowing herself to be led away from the bloodied room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked through the door, leaving the remains of the gangsters behind, their bodies silent witnesses to Ross's wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>",1164,"2026-06-09T06:18:43.918Z",1,"novelbin.me","1879b1cae93b0854498ce8d3fe4ab76269cf43c79471d3dc1b7b668b0c44e31d","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-148","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-42",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]