[{"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-714":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},1832313,2438,"Chapter 714 Nest","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-714",714,"\u003Cp>The plan—meticulously designed and executed with top-tier operatives—had ended in disaster, just like the countless attempts before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, they had underestimated Ross. Once again, they had sent men to their deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frustration filled the air like smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faces were pale, eyes wide with disbelief, as if still trying to comprehend how an abduction mission had turned into a massacre straight out of a horror film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back to the drawing board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no choice. Their strategy had failed—again. Just as it had the last dozen times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every failure only made Ross seem more untouchable. More terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More inhuman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Ross, the chaos surrounding his enemies was little more than background noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t have cared less about their failures or frustrations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, they were gnats buzzing around the titan he had become—insignificant, foolish, and destined to be swatted away if they ever truly became annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ross wanted to, he could have crushed their entire nation underfoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In less than a day, he could destabilize their economy, bring their military to its knees, and turn their so-called leaders into desperate puppets dancing on his strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he had done it before—most famously with the United States.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had believed it possible until it was too late. Now, the once-mighty superpower functioned with Ross’s quiet approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The president smiled for the cameras, but only after receiving whispered instructions through secure lines that all led back to Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But domination no longer thrilled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The game had become boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no challenge in ruling nations anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Politics, military coups, subversive propaganda—he had mastered them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, world conquest felt like a child’s game, something better left to overambitious warlords or comic book villains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross had moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was playing on a different board now. A bigger one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision extended beyond borders, beyond economies, beyond even humanity’s understanding of what power could look like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the world obsessed over governments and elections, Ross was engineering legacies, rewriting culture, shaping the next evolution of society itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he let the fools plan and plot. Let them waste time and resources trying to touch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them keep dreaming. He had more important things to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like enjoy his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that very moment, Ross was reclining in a leather chair inside one of his penthouse atriums—a breathtaking, high-ceilinged space wrapped in glass and overlooking the glittering skyline of the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight streamed in from above, casting golden rays over the marble floors and the quiet ripple of a koi pond built directly into the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one hand, he held a tablet, lazily scrolling through the daily flood of emails his assistants filtered and forwarded for his personal review.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subject lines ranged from the flattering to the absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Starring Role as Antagonist in Mega Budget Film\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do a movie with me as the villain? Thanks, but no thanks,\" he muttered, tapping delete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exclusive Interview Offer – Highest Bid Ever!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Delete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Invitation to Judge on WorldStar Talent Series\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled his eyes. Delete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fame. Publicity. Applause. He had no use for any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world already knew his name, and he didn’t need to parade himself in front of the cameras to feel powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attention was a tool—useful when needed, but often just noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subject line that made him pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Biggest Reality tv show – Confidential Invitation\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His finger hovered. He tapped it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he read made his brow rise slightly—an expression of genuine interest, rare for someone who had seen and done almost everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was written in veiled language, hinting at something far more complex than a party or a business proposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t about money or media. It was... deeper. Possibly entertaining. Definitely intriguing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross leaned forward, reading every line again, slower this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmmmm... this could be interesting,\" he murmured, lips curling into a small, almost mischievous smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t call anyone. He didn’t delegate it to a handler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began typing a reply himself—short, precise, and unmistakably Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll be there. Prepare accordingly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit send.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he leaned back, staring out over the city with a spark in his eyes. The kind of spark that meant something big was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t about ruling the world anymore. It was about reshaping it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time, Ross wasn’t just a player in the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to redefine the rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?! Say that again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged man jumped to his feet, his eyes wide with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice boomed across the sleek, modern office lined with LED screens and marketing posters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ross Oakley accepted our offer!\" the young woman standing across from him beamed. She was beautiful, well-dressed, and barely able to contain her joy. \"He’s going to be part of our show. He said yes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell into a stunned silence before the man erupted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow! That’s... that’s unbelievable! But wait—did he ask for some insane appearance fee? You know we have a strict budget. If he demanded something outrageous, we might—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" the woman interrupted quickly, waving her hand. \"He didn’t ask for anything. In fact... he said he’d do the show for free.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For free?!\" The man blinked, stunned. \"Ross Oakley? That Ross Oakley? Doing something for free?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" the woman nodded, though her voice grew slightly more cautious. \"But...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man narrowed his eyes. \"But what?\" he asked sharply, clearly annoyed by the hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He had one condition,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man raised an eyebrow. \"Aha. There it is.\" He crossed his arms, already bracing for something absurd. \"Alright. Let’s hear it. What’s the catch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated, then added, \"He wants full creative control... over his segment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stared at her, then suddenly burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s it?! That’s nothing! Of course he can have it! He can wear a flaming crown and speak in riddles for all I care—if Ross Oakley is on this show, we’re going to dominate the ratings!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1012,"2026-06-09T06:18:59.061Z",1,"novelbin.me","6b5c02816b7a62ce2d3cdb232b8d49bcfb210c6031d61c2cf9fb469b5c90a504","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-715","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-713",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]