[{"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-84":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},1854673,2462,"Chapter 84: Different and memory manipulation","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-84",84,"\u003Cp>Chapter 84 – Evelyne POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips brush against the back of my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft. Too soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daphne, what are you doing?\" I hiss, yanking my hand away and glancing around, heart racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she just smiles—smiles—and steps forward, catching me by the waist with one arm, pulling me close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m only treating a noble lady with proper care, no?\" she says, eyes gleaming with something mischievous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel her fingers against my waist through the thin fabric of my gown and forget how to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s always been charming in quiet, aching ways—but this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I do the only thing my panicked mind can think of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stomp her foot, flush red, and whirl away like a debutante who’s read far too many scandal sheets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something’s wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not imagining it. IknowI’m not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile—less sad. Her eyes—lighter. There’s something gone from them, and that something is what I first fell in love with: the grief. The loneliness. The shadow that used to cling to her like a second skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now she flirts. She jokes. She smiles like I’m not a ticking time bomb in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have to know why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is she like this?\" I ask the only person who might know: her maid, Jane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne is currently bathing at the stream. It’s the only time I can catch Jane alone without suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane hesitates. Her hands are folded, eyes downcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know what you mean, Your Grace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t lie to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane swallows hard. \"There... is something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raise a brow. \"Go on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A few nights ago, my lady asked me to help her hide... paintings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Paintings?\" I ask sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of the foreign woman,\" she whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one that looks like you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I go still.My blood runs cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...And?\" I press.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane fidgets. \"There’s been talk in the town. Rumors of a traveler... a witch. My lady met her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My pulse begins to race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t hear what they said, but I... I heard something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane looks up, frightened. \"She asked if she could forget. Her memories.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the world spins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" I say, laughing—sharp and disbelieving. \"That’s ridiculous. There’s no way that would have—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the words die in my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because suddenly, this week plays like a dream behind my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her light laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way she smiles without weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No shadows. No hesitation. No grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Worked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It worked...Didn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My stomach twists, my breath short. I press a hand to my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need some space... alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane and Frida bow quickly and retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stay there. Still. Rooted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone with a war in my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is bad. Very bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some spell, some supernatural meddling—I don’t know the mechanics. Only the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s in love with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a version of someone long dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fingers tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should be horrified. I am horrified. But there’s a traitorous part of me—deep, dark, and selfish—that whispers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You finally have her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve mourned the injustice of it all for so long. Knowing she never looked at me—just me—with those eyes. Knowing I was always chasing a memory I could never measure up to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This proves my point, doesn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Daphne had met me first, she would have loved me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when arms wrap around my waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gasp and turn—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I’m met with the scent of soap and streamwater, the softness of damp hair, and dark brown eyes staring into mine with unguarded warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile is gentle. Real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she’s here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spell or not—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7 Days Ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Host, listen to me—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system’s voice is tense, a soft blue orb flickering as it floats nervously through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim candlelight of the medieval bedroom, Daphne sits on the cold stone floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark circles bloom under her eyes. Her shoulders slump from exhaustion. But her gaze—her gaze is sharp. Focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve thought about it,\" she says quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You don’t get it. Borrowing system points is dangerous. This isn’t just a ’temporary cost.’ This will triple our debt. You’ll be locked out of essential skills—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know,\" Daphne cuts in. Her voice doesn’t rise. It doesn’t waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But my mind is made up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system pulses dimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I hope you don’t regret this.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She already does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She already knows she will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But grief doesn’t leave room for logic. Grief makes you bleed yourself dry, just for a moment of stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to breathe without pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reaches forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shimmering holographic interface materializes before her, glowing faintly like a cursed mirror. System Shop flashes across the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scrolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scrolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Category: Restricted Tools > Mental Adjustments > Memory Alteration (Level 1)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cost: 700 SP\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borrowed: Yes\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interest: 2100 SP\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She taps Purchase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warning prompt flashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Purchase Is Irreversible. Proceed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne presses Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she presses Yes, the system glows blinding white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> [Skill Downloaded.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Please Specify Target Memory for Modification.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne’s hand trembles slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes sting, but no tears fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only the memories of her,\" she whispers. \"Just her. Jiang Yuxi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> [Confirm: Partial Erasure of Emotional and Cognitive Data Related to Subject Jiang Yuxi?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Memory will be locked and sealed. Restoration will occur automatically upon completion of this world.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This action is irreversible until world termination.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice cracks, just barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A final confirmation flashes in the air. She clicks it with hands that no longer feel like hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb flares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something pulls behind her eyes—deep, aching, like a pressure building inside her skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart pounds in confusion as a thousand images flutter behind her closed eyelids: Yuxi’s laugh. Her hands. Her voice. Her tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her chest tightens. The pain is sharp, then dull. And then\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a door has been closed. Locked from the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in its place, only silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ache she’d grown used to—the ache that had haunted her through every world—is no longer there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne blinks slowly, looking around the room like she’s forgotten why she came in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system orb hovers silently in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> [Memory seal complete.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System Points Remaining: -1891]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning: Future tools restricted until balance is restored.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Memory will return upon completion of World #2: \"I Was Born As A Duke in a Medieval Kingdom.\"]\u003C\u002Fp>",1086,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","9e4f20854ef788fc4656d34ee7e52685544a5badf03bb3200523043edbe3bd3e","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-85","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-83",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]