[{"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-75":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},1854664,2462,"Chapter 75: Excuse","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-75",75,"\u003Cp>Chapter 75 – Daphne POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’System!!!’ I mentally scream like my sanity depends on it—because, honestly, it does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world halts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Color bleeds out of the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time stops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything turns black and white, frozen like a paused movie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right on cue, that familiar blue orb materializes in front of me, bobbing with soft light like it’s just here for moral support instead of soul maintenance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t waste time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I jab a finger toward my bed, where Duchess Evelyne Callum—yes, the duchess—is seated beside where I just was lying, hair tousled, robe slightly askew, and looking like she doesn’t realize she just gave me an emotional crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Host.] The orb’s voice is as mechanical and flat as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at this! How the hell am I supposed to stay away from the plot when this is happening? Do you have a solution? Suggestions? A defibrillator?!\" I hiss, pacing with frantic energy and jabbing toward the still duchess again like I caught her stealing royal jewels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hate what I’m feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like I’ve betrayed Jiang Yuxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a cheap knockoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With blonde hair and blue eyes and a face that keeps haunting me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t intentional. I know that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it still feels like cheating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like treason. Betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Host, I cannot interfere with characters unless they go extremely out of line.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t think crawling into my bed and me groping her in sleep is out of line?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[No. The karmatic threads around her are unchanged. The world does not register it as deviant. So I can’t act.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I run my fingers through my hair. Frustration pulses under my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the part where I would go to a gym. Punch a bag. Run until my lungs burn. Something physical. But no. I’m a noble lady. I can’t even walk briskly without raising eyebrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"System.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I snatch the floating orb from the air and squeeze it like a stress ball, ignoring the startled spark it gives off and its indignant robotic screeches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I twist. I knead. I mash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[HOST THIS IS ABUSE—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world abruptly resumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Color rushes back into the room. The frozen scene snaps to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duchess Callum is blinking up at me, still seated on the bed, disoriented but poised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I school my face into a polite mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t see any injuries,\" I murmur. \"But you should see a physician, just in case.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t answer right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then nods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evelyne POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should get going,\" I murmur, standing too quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light outside is much brighter now. Morning has fully arrived while I was... spiraling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leave the room as calmly as I can, but my nerves are shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What am I doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What am I becoming?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, walking through the garden paths, I find her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Daphne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair is in a single loose braid over one shoulder, dress simple, movements light. Our maids trail behind us at a respectful distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t speak. Neither do I.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until I do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I apologize for this morning. It was improper.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words feel brittle in my mouth, formal armor to protect whatever soft, irrational thing is clawing its way up my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s okay, Your Grace. I should apologize too... I mistook you for someone. Someone very dear to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t look at me when she says it. Just straight ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same faraway tone again. Like she’s speaking from another life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard you say... ’your wife.’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t mean to bring it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I planned not to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my mouth is a traitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pauses mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then continues walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were wed?\" I ask, quieter this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the soft sound of her shoes against the gravel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know that’s not possible, Your Grace,\" she says finally, her voice calm—but laced with something broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But in another world, another lifetime... I hoped me and her would be wed. Actually—\" she exhales softly, \"I believe we were.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ache in her voice guts me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It carves through me like glass under skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I open my mouth, then close it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I take it... coming to House Callum must have been difficult.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glance at her—and wish I hadn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression is full of so much grief it doesn’t belong in someone so young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s haunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly, my jealousy—sharp and toxic—wilts into something small and childish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pardon me, but why are you here, Your Grace?\" she asks after a long, still stretch of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice is polite, even gentle—but there’s an edge behind it. Not sharp enough to cut, but certainly enough to make me feel exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I keep my gaze forward. Composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Taking a walk,\" I say lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know that’s not what I’m trying to say.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it’s not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glance at the sky, as if I might find answers there. But there are none. Only clouds and consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know why I came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know why I keep seeking her out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I can’t very well say ’Because I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s driving me insane.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I come up with something safer. Something... acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wished for us to get along.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hums softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple word. But it feels like a knife aimed at my mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing too special,\" I say, reaching for the rehearsed version of the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We seem to be in the same position, you and I. And, honestly, the other ladies are so interested in household politics and schemes... you seem like-minded. You don’t appear interested in that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There. Neat. Logical. No danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost feel proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very good excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she gives me a look—a sideways glance with tired, perceptive eyes—and for a moment, I wonder if she’s about to call my bluff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because maybe I’m not the only one who knows how to wear a mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It feels like she sees straight through mine.\u003C\u002Fp>",1011,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","0e68774accf18de434e4f1f46057721249eeca4bd067c6bee58d75b59309e4cc","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-76","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-74",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]