[{"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-397":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},1854807,2462,"Chapter 397: I’m sorry","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-397",397,"\u003Cp>Chapter 396:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I the weird one for being unphased?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at a floating head. Its eyes are wide, its mouth frozen open, its expression carved in eternal terror. I kick it until it faces me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not weird, am I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head doesn’t respond. Obviously. It’s dead. Frozen in fear of whatever it saw before it died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Host. Can you be serious.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The System lands on my shoulder. Its claws dig into my coat. Its beady eyes glare at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Iambeing serious.\" I kick the head again. It bobs away, disappearing into the fog. \"I’m asking a legitimate question.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You are kicking a corpse.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s a head.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[It was a person.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was.\" I hop to another piece of wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The parrot makes a sound that might be a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The crew is frightened.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well.\" I balance on a broken barrel, arms spread. \"They call me the Devil. It’s only natural I actdevilish.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I worry about your mental capacity.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well.\" I jump to a piece of wreckage—a section of hull, still intact, tipped on its side. I lean against the railing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s only natural. Being alive as long as I have... it’s only natural I’m going a little crazy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The parrot tilts its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The host is not going crazy.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The System doesn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog is thicker now. Barely visible—to them, at least. Not a problem for me. My eyes cut through the gray like it’s nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I see something move underneath the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shift. A ripple. A shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I narrow my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I know I’m not crazy. The water is unnaturally still, the kind of still that comes before something wakes. But there’s a barrel floating nearby. Debris. Wood. Broken things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no current. That meanssomethingis underneath the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something is swimming. Something is causing the debris to shift, the barrels to turn, the bodies to drift in slow, lazy circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the famed monster is here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crouch lower on the floating hull. My hand is on my gun. My heart is steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go warn them,\" I say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The parrot launches off my shoulder. Flies toward the ship,a flash of purple against the gray fog. Its wings beat once. Twice. Disappears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn back to the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow moves again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larger this time. Darker. Closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can see the shape of it now it’s long and sleek and massive, circling beneath the debris, beneath the bodies, beneath me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not attacking. Maybe it’s just watching or it likes to play with it’s prey.Tasting the water for my fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t give it any.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hull shifts beneath my feet. A slow tilt, first to the left, then to the right. The wood groans. Water laps at the edges. I adjust my weight, keep my balance, keep my calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow pauses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly beneath me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water is dark,so dark I can’t see more than a few inches below the surface. But I can feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple spreads from beneath the hull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The debris around me begins to move—slowly at first, then faster. Barrels spin. Bodies drift. Broken masts turn in lazy circles, caught in a current that doesn’t exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster is circling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toying with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crouch lower. My hand finds my gun. My finger finds the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The debris stops moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog presses in, thick and gray and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, there’s nothing. No sound. No movement. No breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hull shifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a tilt. Not a rock. A push. Something beneath me, pressing up from below, lifting the hull, lifting me. The wood groans. Water spills over the edges. I stumble, catch myself, stay upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hull rises higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it’s lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously. Itmustbe toying with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shy, are we?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow circles again,definitelytoying with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water shifts. The fog parts. Just for a moment. Just enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive. Pale. Scarred. Easily half the size of The Bunny—maybe larger. It flicks once, sending a wave rippling across the water, spinning debris, splashing against the hull beneath my feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it’s gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at the dark water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My gun feels silly now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I holster it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow circles. And circles. And circles. I’ve lost track of time—minutes, hours, I don’t know. The fog doesn’t lift. The water doesn’t change. The monster doesn’t surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just... waits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I wait with it. Not like I can do anything else given the circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hull shifts beneath my feet. A gentle rock, back and forth, like a cradle. The debris spins in slow, lazy circles. The bodies drift past—faces frozen, eyes empty, mouths open in silent screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t help but think to myself that this water must be full of all kinds of diseases.Things I don’t want to think about while standing on a broken hull in the middle of a corpse-filled sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow circles again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I see something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive. Pale. Clawed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water cascades off the fingers, each one tipped with a claw longer than my arm. The skin is scarred, crosshatched with old wounds, pale as a drowned corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand curls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it sinks back beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m getting tired of this game of hide and seek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you going to come out or what?\" I snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, nothing happens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water explodes upward—a geyser of foam and spray and force. The hull beneath me rocks. I grab the edge, hold on, keep my balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature rises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s massive. Terrifying. A creature from nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that’s not why my heart is racing right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s racing for adifferentreason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster screams. Its jagged teeth wide, its throat open, a sound that tears through the fog, through the water, through my chest. It’s loud. Piercing enough, the water moves from the force of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry I’m late,\" I say.\u003C\u002Fp>",994,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","89257a1dcff92098bcf1668e7027198cf4db95022743895d4e7c2a718c8dbb4e","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-398","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-21",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]