[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining":3,"chapter-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-194":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)",{"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},1854932,2462,"Chapter 194: Reported","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-194",194,"\u003Cp>Chapter 194\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[MISSION COMPLETE. WORLD STABILIZATION: 87%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[FINAL HOST TERMINATION: CONFIRMED.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[INITIATING SOUL RETRIEVAL PROTOCOL.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shimmering portal bloomed — invisible to the human eyes below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below it: a burning ruin. What had once been a home, now nothing more than blackened beams and shattered stone, flames licking hungrily at the night sky. Fire crews swarmed around the inferno, unaware that the true heart of the place — the lives that had dwelled within — were already gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from the heart of that fire, a wisp rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike before the wisp, was not so transparent and weak, it was much more solid now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne Han.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her soul rose from the wreckage — trailing smoke and embers — drifting upward into the waiting portal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind her, as it had before... another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smaller wisp. Fainter than ever, but this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So close it was no longer distinguishable as a separate entity. No red flag, no alert — to the system, it appeared simply as part of the host’s own fractured soul signature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The portal sealed behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initialization Room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White. Empty. Sterile. Timeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the center — a faint blue orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>System 404 flickered once. Then again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[2610 SP GAINED. DEBT CLEARED.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[CURRENT BALANCE: 599 SP.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[MORE SKILLS AVAILABLE IN SYSTEM SHOP.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pulsed in a satisfied rhythm. Another broken world survived. Another mission completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the host reformed — tall, suited, whole once more — something... was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne Han stood perfectly still in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dark eyes locked onto the floating blue orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold. Flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Care to tell me,\" she asked softly, voice like ice, \"what the responsibilities of a system are to its host?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint pulse. The system hesitated—calculating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[To assist the host in achieving mission parameters and maximizing system performance.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah.Assist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cut across the system’s voice, sharp enough to draw blood if it could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze sharpened — cold, deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At no point,\" Daphne said, each word deliberate, \"does it say:interfere.Manipulate.Undermine. Or goagainstthe host.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system pulsed again — faintly, as if shrinking in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Adjustments were required to preserve narrative stability—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t insult my intelligence,\" she snapped. \"That was sabotage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another cold pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You wanted me dead. Again. And again.\" Daphne said, her voice still low—but burning now, beneath the ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze did not waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system gave no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne tilted her head—just slightly. And then:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the host of System 404. I have a complaint to file.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slow breath. Her words clear. Precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Code: 00 BF3 404.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb froze mid-pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a beat, nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space itself cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin black fractures splintered across the sterile white void—sharp lines of code tearing open where there should have been smooth perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air hummed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ERROR — INVALID— NO—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system pulsed in a panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The protocol had been spoken. The code had been accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbeknownst to most systems — especially low-tier, low-resource types — hosts were given one buried option. One failsafe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A way to report system misconduct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cracks spread wider. The Initialization Room trembled faintly — barely perceptible to human senses, but to the system? It was screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A higher process was being called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the system knew: it was in trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[REQUEST... PENDING...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[HIGHER REVIEW... SUMMONED...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m seated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plain chair. Metal. Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The void is gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—an office. Empty. No windows. The walls are a strange shade of hospital gray—bland, soulless. The lighting hums faintly, sterile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And across from me—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A humanoid figure. Tall. Thin. Smooth-skinned—almost metallic. No face. No features. Just two glowing violet eyes. Its entire body hums with quiet power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It tilts its head. Voice low, layered, a strange echo—like words spoken from deep underwater and across a radio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[It’s not often that I get a job.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lean back in the chair. Cross one leg over the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Complaint Code 00 BF3 404. One unprocessed host grievance escalated.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I fold my arms, gaze locked on the strange, purple humanoid figure that appears before me — tall, thin, with no face, no mouth. Just two glowing eyes, sharp and unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chair forms beneath me without warning — sleek metal, cool under my palms as I tap the armrests. The white void around me flickers, reshaping into something like an office — all dull grey and clean lines. Sterile. Functional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure lifts one long hand — and a shimmering screen floats into the air between us. Lines of code scroll across it, layered and dense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hmmm.] The voice is strange — an echo of an echo. Mechanical. Impossible to pin down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Not often I get these cases. Your file is... extensive.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My jaw tightens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure continues:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Let’s see. You—Daphne Han, bound host of System 404. System 404: originally tagged Harem-Building Subclass, Level F. Contracted forcefully, incomplete compatibility. Numerous incidents of narrative deviation. Attempted host termination. Repeated sabotage of mission objectives.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause. It flicks its fingers, and more data streams across the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Host counter-actions: extreme adaptability. High interference tolerance. Unusual karmic thread weight. Multiple world stabilizations achieved despite systemic obstruction.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It tilts its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Tricky.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tricky?\" My voice is razor-sharp. \"The damn thing tried to kill me. Over and over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another flick of its fingers. More screens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...Correct. Both parties have standing claims. System 404’s sabotage violates multiple clauses, but... it was also bound by base code it could not escape. You’re not a compatible host for its function.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its glowing eyes narrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[There are two solutions. Either... System 404 is deleted. Or... the host is erased.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart skips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I don’t flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t work with a system that wants me dead,\" I say coldly. Bluffing, maybe. But not really. If I die, I’ll never see her again. But I refuse to live like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure seems to consider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hm. You would make a remarkable Fate-Destroyer candidate.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Unfortunately... once a contract is formed, breaking it is nearly impossible. The bond between your soul and System 404 is too deeply embedded.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grit my teeth. \"So we’re trapped.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then can you atleast make sure, it doesn’t try to kill me?\" I say with an exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It tilts its head again, faint light pulsing under the strange metal-like skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[That... is doable.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One long hand flicks through the hovering data, scrolling dense lines of restrictions and failsafes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System 404 will be bound by Protocol 7A Override: absolute host support priority. No sabotage. No indirect interference. No narrative manipulation to provoke host death.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glow of its eyes dims slightly, thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it speaks again—voice almost... pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[But... I have a better option. One that may satisfy both parties.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I narrow my eyes. \"Better?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure nods slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yes. I like you, Daphne Han. You are... efficient. Unexpected. The type of host wasted in an incompatible system.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...If there’s an alternative solution, I wouldn’t mind hearing it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Splendid!] The figure’s strange voice almost hums with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Great! You go over there, and by the time you’re back it’ll be done.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FLASH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White light consumes everything.\u003C\u002Fp>",1205,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","0718c8d585c885e0e0e14807b26003f497add11ef9ffbfe3454822bcef5bc270","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-195","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-193",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]