The Hero’s Harem is Trying to Kill Him

The mirrored battlefield groaned beneath the weight of their struggle. Every reflection quivered like a living thing, rippling with distorted echoes of Kai and his wives. The chandeliers above flickered violently, their light fracturing across the glass-like floor until the hall became an endless prism of distorted bodies and broken faces.

Each movement was echoed a hundred times over. Each wound looked multiplied, feeding the sense of dread pressing down on them all. The air reeked of scorched metal and blood, thick enough to choke.

Velis's knees buckled, her breath ragged. Her double loomed above her, blade gleaming with the promise of a final cut. The reflection's eyes—her own, only colder, hungrier—narrowed with cruel precision. It was like staring into the past she had buried, the ruthless assassin she swore never to become.

The sword began its descent.

"Velis!" Kai's roar tore across the hall, cracking through the chaos like a whip. His boots skidded across the shattered surface, every muscle screaming as he lunged.

Time stretched thin. Astra's flames guttered in the corner of his eye, Lyra's arrows whistled desperately against mirrored bows—but all of it faded against the sight of Velis's chest about to be split in two.

Kai didn't think—he moved.

Steel rang like thunder as his blade intercepted the reflection's strike. The impact split the mirror-floor beneath their feet, shards exploding outward in a storm of light. Velis gasped, her reflection recoiling, its expression twisting into something feral and inhuman.

Kai stood between them, his chest heaving, sword trembling in his grip. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "Not one of you touches her."

For the briefest heartbeat, Velis's reflection tilted its head… and smiled.

The battlefield shuddered.

Astra's flame flared, only to be drowned by her double's firestorm, as though the reflection had stolen control of her very element. Lyra loosed arrow after arrow, but her mirror-image drew faster, stronger, forcing her back step by step until one arrow sliced a line across her cheek. Blood spattered, staining her silver hair.

Every wife was losing ground. And Kai's interference had broken the fragile balance of their duels.

The reflections no longer mirrored.

They began to evolve.

Velis's double screamed, its body twisting grotesquely, muscles swelling as elegance was stripped away. Where once it had been a disciplined swordswoman, now it was raw violence incarnate. Its blade grew jagged, serrated like a predator's teeth, gleaming with hunger.

It raised the weapon again, heavier, faster—aimed not at Velis now, but at Kai.

The strike landed like a battering ram. Kai's arms locked against it, bones rattling, the sheer force driving him to his knees. His reflection slipped in from the side, eyes gleaming like shards of obsidian, sword sweeping down toward his throat.

Kai's blade barely caught it. Sparks cascaded, glass shattered, and for a moment he thought his arms would snap.

"You fight them, Kai," the Queen's voice slithered through the hall, though her body remained unseen. "But in truth, you are only carving away pieces of yourself. The more you resist… the more you bleed."

Above, the mirrors cracked like spiderwebs. The chandeliers swayed violently, showers of crystal raining down. Astra's scream rang out as her own flames turned against her, engulfing half the hall in fire and smoke. Lyra's bowstring snapped under the relentless storm, sending her sprawling, breathless, scrambling for another weapon.

Kai's grip trembled. Sweat and blood mixed down his temple. For every strike he blocked, another came faster, harder. His strength was waning. His wives needed him—but if he faltered here, he'd lose them all.

Velis dragged herself upright, fury burning through the pain in her ribs. She launched forward with a ragged cry, sword flashing across the reflection's arm. Glass-blood sprayed in jagged shards, sizzling against the mirrored floor.

The monster shrieked, staggering—only to twist unnaturally, its elbow slamming into Velis's chest. She flew backward, crashing into a wall of fractured glass with a guttural gasp, blood spraying from her lips.

Kai's eyes widened. "Velis!"

His reflection lunged. Its knee slammed into his gut, knocking the air from his lungs. His back cracked against a broken banquet table, silverware scattering like broken weapons. His own mirrored self advanced slowly, blade dragging against the ground with a grating screech, like a predator savoring the kill.

Kai coughed, spitting crimson, but forced himself to his feet. His sword arm shook, but he lifted the blade regardless. He couldn't fall. Not here. Not when their lives depended on him.

"Kai!" Astra's voice cracked across the chaos. Her flames surged up, but her reflection raised a single hand and snuffed them out. Smoke curled between them, acrid and suffocating.

Astra's reflection leaned close, its eyes cruel, its lips curling into a whisper. "You're weaker because of him. Because you love him."

Astra froze, her fire guttering. Her hand trembled.

Kai's blood ran cold.

The words weren't just taunts—they were knives cutting into the very bond that tied them together.

Lyra's reflection loomed over her now, arrow drawn, its tip pressed to her throat. Velis's mirror-self rose again, blade gleaming with hunger. The battlefield itself trembled like a living heart, mirrors reflecting not just their bodies, but their doubts, their fears.

Each reflection grew sharper. Stronger. More merciless.

The Queen's laughter spilled like wine through the broken hall. "Shall I take him from you, my dear wives? Or will you watch him die by his own hands?"

Kai's chest heaved, his vision swimming. He could save Velis. Or Astra. Or Lyra. But not all three. The trap had been perfect from the start.

He screamed, rage and desperation exploding inside him. His sword ignited in raw energy, a blaze of unrefined power, and he hurled himself forward into the storm of blades and shadows.

Light erupted, swallowing the hall in a violent detonation.

The ground shattered. The mirrors screamed.

And then—darkness.

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When the dust cleared, Kai was gone. His cracked sword lay glowing faintly in the center of the mirrored floor.

"KAIIII!" Velis, Astra, and Lyra screamed, but their voices echoed back at them in cruel mockery.

The reflections only smiled.

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The battlefield lies in ruin, Kai's sword the only trace of his presence. Velis, Astra, and Lyra are left reeling, their reflections circling like predators, whispering doubts meant to shatter their will. Did Kai fall into the Queen's trap, or has he been dragged into a deeper layer of the mirrored realm?

As his wives fight to hold their ground, Kai awakens somewhere far darker—alone, face-to-face with the most merciless reflection of all: himself.

And this one doesn't want to fight him.

It wants to replace him.

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The battle isn't just steel anymore—it's trust, love, and the very bond that ties Kai and his wives together. Can they endure the Queen's cruel game, or will the reflections consume them one by one?

🔥 Don't miss Chapter 91: The Broken Bond—because the sharpest enemy isn't always in front of you… sometimes it wears your own face.