Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Chapter 175 Saints
Ross had seen countless beautiful and accomplished women through his divine sense—actresses, business moguls, singers, dancers.

Yet, despite their allure, there was always something lacking.

He could almost see the stains on their perfection, the marks left by past lovers or sordid scandals.

“Tsk, tsk,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair with an air of disdain.

“It’s so hard to find a pure girl these days. They’re picked and devoured so young.” His tone dripped with derision, but his fingers tapped in the rhythm of a popular song in his room, his divine sense working subtly in the background.

A minute later, he stopped.

There she was. An exquisite red-haired beauty. The moment her image filled his eyes, Ross sat forward, his interest piqued.

“She’ll do,” he murmured, a sly smile curling his lips. “One of the most sought-after actresses in the world, and with good reason. That face, that body, and she’s incredibly talented to top it off.” His eyes flicked across her profile, scanning every detail with predatory precision.

“But… how should I get her?” His voice was thoughtful, almost casual, but the intensity in his gaze betrayed his darker intentions.

This girl lived on the other side of the world, far beyond the reach of a simple meeting or chance encounter.

Worse, Ross’s reputation wasn’t exactly conducive to charming women through traditional means.

His name was synonymous with scandal, his exploits with women public knowledge.

His facial assets also did little to help him. His face was the kind that, if you saw it once, you’d likely forget it the next.

It was the facial equivalent of a generic brand: bland, inoffensive, and utterly forgettable. No one would ever mistake him for a heartthrob or a model.

“Blackmail again?” he mused aloud, tapping his fingers on the desk. “Or maybe force?”

He let the thought linger as his divine sense roamed, diving deep into her life.

He examined everything—her daily routine, her connections, and most importantly, her family.

What he found left him speechless.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head. “This family’s like a pack of saints. Did they save the world in their past lives?”

Her parents were successful business owners, her sister was a thriving CEO, and her brother was a pro gamer dominating the esports scene.

There wasn’t a single blemish to exploit. No hidden scandals, no dirty secrets, nothing he could use to manipulate her into submission.

“No skeletons in the closet,” he murmured, frustration creeping into his voice.

“What are they, a fairy-tale family?” He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing.

“So… force it is?” The words felt hollow, unexciting. He had taken women by force before—it was efficient but lacked the thrill of ingenuity.

He wanted something more this time. Something fresh, novel.

For five long minutes, Ross sat in silence, his mind turning over possibilities.

Then, like a lightning bolt, inspiration struck.

His lips stretched into a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation.

“I found something better. This will be fun. Hehehe,” he said, his voice filled with sinister glee.

The plan forming in his mind was unlike anything he’d tried before.

It was bold, intricate, and promised a thrill he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and chuckled softly to himself.

The game was on, and our op evil mc never lost.

***

On the other side of the world, a lovely 20-year-old woman was having a vivid dream.

It started blurry, as dreams often do, but gradually the images sharpened, becoming almost painfully real.

She saw the face of a man, heard his voice, and then, as if by magic, lived an entire lifetime in a single night—a hundred years condensed into fleeting moments.

She experienced their shared joys, their children, the countless adventures and tender moments they had together.

When it was over, she woke up with tears streaming down her cheeks. But these weren’t tears of sorrow.

“Hahhh…” she exhaled, her chest heaving as she wiped her face.

The emotions from the dream lingered, a bittersweet mixture of joy and longing.

She had felt it so vividly—she and that man had lived a beautiful, fulfilling life together.

Fearful that the memory would slip away like most dreams, she immediately tried to recall every detail.

To her astonishment, she could remember everything with startling clarity.

Every word, every emotion, every moment—it was all there.

“What was that?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

For the next week, the dreams returned, night after night.

Each time, the experiences were as vivid as the first.

By the end of the third week, she was no longer convinced these were dreams at all.

“This isn’t just my imagination,” she muttered to herself, pacing her bedroom in the middle of the night.

“I think… I think these are memories. Memories of my past life.”

She rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of the impossible.

It was like a floodgate had opened, granting her access to a life she didn’t even know she had lived.

She could recall it all, even minute details, like what she had done at the age of five in that life.

“I have my complete memory of a past life? This is nuts!” she said, letting out a shaky laugh.

The woman hadn’t told anyone about her experiences, not even her boyfriend.

How could she?

Telling someone she remembered a past life would make her sound insane.

But her carefully balanced world came crashing down one afternoon while she was scrolling her social media account on her phone.

She got to watch a basketball highlight reel.

The broadcast replayed from a match that had taken place three weeks ago.

Her attention, however, was glued to a young man who had scored a staggering 169 points in the first half.

Her breath caught.

“He is…” she whispered, her heart pounding.

The shock was too much to contain, and tears spilled down her cheeks, flowing uncontrollably.

Yet even in her emotional state, the tears only enhanced her beauty, her face glowing with a mixture of awe and heartbreak.

She didn’t need confirmation. She knew. The man she saw on the screen wasn’t just any player.

He was him. The man from her dreams—the one she had loved, lived a lifetime with, and lost.

Fate had brought him back into her world.

The woman immediately rushed to book the earliest available flight, her hands trembling with urgency.

Her heart raced as she made call after call—nearly a dozen in total—coordinating plans and tying up loose ends.

With each conversation, her determination grew.

Once everything was set, she stepped out of her home, a newfound energy coursing through her.

Her every step was light and purposeful, as though the weight of her discovery had lifted her into a world filled with hope and possibility.

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