[{"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-362":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},1854751,2462,"Chapter 362: Conclusion","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-362",362,"\u003Cp>Chapter 363\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne Han died at the age of sixty-five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cause was listed as liver failure—decades of drinking finally catching up to her. But anyone who knew her understood that she had simply stopped wanting to live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to be buried next to her family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The funeral was livestreamed. Millions watched. The president’s twin sister. One of the biggest human rights activists of the century. A woman whose name was on Omega shelters, Omega universities, Omega futures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her birthday was a public holiday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day of her death became an unofficial public holiday—observed by Omegas everywhere. They lit candles. They told stories. They thanked a woman most of them had never met for fighting battles they never had to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At her funeral, they spoke of her great feats. University representatives. Scholarship students. Omega refugees. Shelter workers. Politicians who owed their careers to her influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles Grey visits an elite brothel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s sixty-seven now, still handsome in a weathered way, still wealthy, still restless. The staff knows him—knows his preferences, knows his type. They bring him to a private room and send in the Alpha escort they’ve been saving for special clients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who walks in is tall. Broad-shouldered. Silver-streaked hair and a face that might have been handsome once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s Vincent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stare at each other. The room is silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles should leave. Should walk out. Should never look at this man again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The encounter is awkward at first,but Vincent has spent thirty years learning how to please. How to disappear into whatever his clients need. He does his job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He does it too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles becomes a regular customer. Every week. Then twice a week. For six months, until he gets bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He always gets bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moves on to a younger Alpha. More attractive. Less damaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincent waits for the next client.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s very good at waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah Jacobs\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah, contrary to Charles, wanted something different after their divorce. A family. Stability. Something real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He married an Omega—a quiet, kind man who didn’t ask too many questions. They had children. Three of them. A picture-perfect family, at least from the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the last Wednesday of every month, Elijah drives to one of his private houses—the one no one knows about, the one with the soundproof walls and the locked doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, he indulges in his true desires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alphas who visit him are carefully vetted. Discreet. They never speak his name outside those walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Wang\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Wang watches the livestream of Daphne Han’s funeral on his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s supposed to be there. The invitation arrived weeks ago, embossed with the Han family crest. But unfortunately, he had a family emergency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his consorts fell while pregnant. Coincidentally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child survived. They always survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Wang has a problem. Each time he leaves home—on business trips, on vacations, on anything more than a few days—he tends to fancy Omegas. Particularly blondes. Particularly green-eyed. Particularly young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brings them home. They stay for a year with his full attention and affection—maybe two—until he gets bored. Then he finds another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rinse and repeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He currently has eighteen children. Thirteen Omegas, all living in his family compound, all raising his children, all trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His family begs him to stop. His mother weeps. His father threatens to disown him. His eldest son refuses to speak to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s as if he’s searching for something in these Omegas. Some echo. Some ghost. Some face he saw once, decades ago, and can never quite forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, he gave in. He searched for the Omega he truly wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found Elliot in that institution. His face scarred. His eye blind. His mind gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight turned him off. He couldn’t do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went home, got drunk, and found himself with his seventh Omega.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blonde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green-eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cycle never ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincent can’t believe it—he who was once feared, once revered, reduced to nothing more than an escort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’s had decades to come to terms with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decades of silent rooms and nameless clients. Decades of being touched by hands that didn’t know his history, didn’t care about his legacy, didn’t see anything but a body to be used. Decades of watching the world move on without him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s old now. Really old. His hair is white. His skin is papery. His teeth have fallen out, one by one, until he stopped bothering to count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The novelty of spending a night with a former mafia boss faded years ago. Now he’s just another old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He goes for dirt cheap now—or to those with particular desires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t say no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He can’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s a product here. An object. A thing to be used and discarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point,he doesn’t remember when ....he began to understand Omegas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fear. The helplessness. The way your body isn’t your own. The way people look at you and see something to be taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a person, but as an object to relieve desires. It’s not a nice feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien Han stands at the edge of the grave, watching them lower his sister into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has mixed feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents are gone. Now his sister. Now he’s alone—the last Han of his generation, the only one left to carry the name forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s always hated her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, for being a good-for-nothing—the party years, the scandals, the way she embarrassed the family while he worked himself to the bone to maintain their reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, for being objectivelybetterthan him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The CEO. The philanthropist. The activist. The one who changed laws, opened universities, saved lives. The one whose birthday is a public holiday, whose death is mourned by millions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looks at the impact she had on people, on lives and he knows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he’s gone, he won’t have a legacy like hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’ll be remembered as a president, maybe. A competent one. A name in a history book, a footnote in the Chapter about the Omega Equality Act—the act she drafted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inferioritystings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It always has.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s because ofherlegacy that he’s the first president from the Han bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He owes her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hates that too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He can only wish her well on her journey to the afterlife. And hope—truly, desperately hope—that she meets Vivienne again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if he’s being honest, he doesn’t think he would ever love anyone the way she loved her.\u003C\u002Fp>",1075,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","6541e290470f5d1b641dce056cc6d352f585a4a15d1a6f596bd44c7f8f0c1dec","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-363","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-361",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]