The Hero’s Harem is Trying to Kill Him

The hall was no longer a hall.

Mirrors had burst into jagged storms of glass, shards hanging in the air like blades suspended by unseen strings. The chandeliers swayed, their light refracted into a thousand cruel eyes glaring down from the ceiling. The Queen's throne gleamed at the far end, untouched by the chaos, her smile cutting through the madness like a knife.

Kai drew breath, the copper tang of blood thick in his mouth. Velis pressed against his side, clutching her arm where her blade had been torn from her grasp. Astra's flames guttered low, barely embers licking her fingertips. Lyra kept her bow drawn, the string trembling as much as her hands.

And then the shards moved.

They didn't fall. They swarmed. Each splinter twisted, edges stretching, reshaping into distorted figures—broken reflections of Kai and his wives, but jagged, cruel, fragmented. They whispered with their cracked mouths, voices layering over one another like a chorus of hate.

"Failure."

"Coward."

"Unworthy."

The fragments lunged.

Velis Without Her Sword

Velis reacted first. A shard shaped like her—only with hollow eyes and a smile that mocked—rushed forward, swinging a jagged blade grown from its arm. Velis ducked, caught the blow on her forearm, blood blooming instantly.

Her teeth clenched, her voice ragged.

"I don't… need a sword… to cut you down."

She stepped inside the reflection's swing and slammed her elbow into its throat. The shard cracked, splintering, but reformed instantly, the fracture stitching with a hiss. Velis staggered, realizing the horror: these enemies couldn't be cut down by strength alone.

The reflection tilted its head.

"See? Even without a weapon, you're weaker. Always weaker."

Velis snarled, but doubt gnawed her gut. For a heartbeat, her knees faltered.

Astra's Struggle for Flame

On the left flank, Astra raised her hands. Sparks leapt—but fizzled. The shard that mirrored her sneered with fire blazing brighter than hers, mocking every failed attempt.

The reflection's fireball smashed into the floor before her, exploding embers across her skin. She screamed but forced herself to stand, glaring through the haze.

"Fine," she spat, "then burn me too! At least I burn on my own terms!"

The flames she summoned were weak, uneven—but they flared from her chest instead of her hands. The fire wasn't clean. It was raw, desperate, angry. And it hurt her to wield it. But Astra roared and hurled it anyway, searing her reflection until it shattered into black smoke.

Her knees buckled. She stayed upright only because Lyra caught her arm.

"Don't stop," Lyra whispered. "If you fall, I'll fall too."

Lyra's Arrow of Doubt

The shards closed like wolves. Lyra loosed arrow after arrow. Each shot struck true, but the fragments split apart only to reform again, closer, crueler.

One shard, shaped like Kai, whispered her deepest fear.

"You're always too late. Too weak. You'll watch him die again and again."

Her hands trembled violently. The bowstring cut her fingers. For a moment, she froze, paralyzed by the truth behind the words.

Then Velis's blood splattered across her cheek. Astra's coughing breath reached her ear.

Lyra's fear broke into fury. She nocked an arrow, kissed the fletching like a vow, and fired straight into the shard's chest. The reflection shrieked and burst apart, its pieces writhing as they dissolved.

Her aim had not failed her. Her heart had. Until now.

Kai Against Himself

But the center of it all was Kai. His reflection stood before him, calm, poised, perfect. No cracks marred its face, no hesitation dulled its strikes.

Every slash Kai made was met. Every move he thought was predicted. His reflection fought as though it knew his heart more deeply than he did.

"You can't win," the reflection said softly, driving him back step by step. "Because you still doubt them. And doubt is the root of every shard here."

The words cut deeper than the strikes. His breath grew heavy. Sweat dripped down his face, blood streaked his side.

"Wrong," Kai growled, forcing his blade high. "I fight because of them."

The clash rang so hard it rattled the throne room's bones. Sparks sprayed across the mirrors. For a fleeting second, Kai's reflection wavered. But then it smiled—his own smile turned cruel—and pressed harder.

The Queen's Laughter

The wives fought their battles in blood, flame, and arrows, but the shards multiplied, splitting from every broken mirror. There seemed no end, no edge, no escape.

Above it all, the Queen laughed.

High, cruel, endless.

"Shatter, little hero. Shatter, all of you. Only when broken can you finally belong to me."

The shards surged forward all at once, a storm of glass and hate.

The shards struck like a tidal wave.

Glass tore through his flesh, biting deep into shoulders, arms, legs. Kai's roar shook the chamber, but he held his ground, his body a shield. Blood splattered across the marble as his wives screamed his name.

"Kai!"

"Don't—!"

"Stay with us!"

But the storm didn't stop. The shards spun, carving light and shadow into a vortex, dragging him backward as though the very mirrors themselves had become a maw.

Velis tried to reach for him—her nails scraping the ground as she lunged forward—but Astra pulled her back, screaming, "You'll be torn apart too!"

The last thing Kai saw of them was their faces—bloodied, desperate, burning with terror—as the mirror swallowed him whole.

Then—silence.

The Other Side

Kai hit stone. Not cold marble, but something… breathing. The ground pulsed faintly beneath his palms, as though he knelt on flesh instead of rock. The air was hot, thick, laced with the copper tang of blood and the sweetness of perfume.

He staggered to his feet.

Around him stretched a throne room twisted inside out. Columns spiraled like bone, their surfaces etched with runes that pulsed faintly red. The mirrors here were not shattered, but perfect—each one reflecting not his face, but a thousand versions of him: kneeling, broken, chained.

And on the far throne sat the Queen.

But not as she had appeared in the hall. Here, her form was unmasked, unbound. Her crown was wrought from living thorns, pulsing veins of silver running through each spike. Her gown dripped like liquid night, shifting with every breath, and her eyes—no longer the cold jewels of a monarch—burned with a living hunger that pierced him to his marrow.

"You see it now," she purred, her voice echoing from every reflection at once. "My domain. The marrow of your soul… already mine."

Kai tightened his grip on his sword—only to realize it wasn't there. His weapon had not followed him.

The Queen rose from her throne, every step echoing like a drumbeat in his chest. Her smile widened as the mirrors leaned closer, pressing in like vultures.

"You can fight your doubts, your shards, your fate…" she whispered, her hand reaching toward him, nails gleaming like blades.

"…but here, you fight me."

The mirrors slammed shut, the sound like a shattering heartbeat.

Darkness fell.

🌒 Chapter 93 Preview – The Queen's Domain

Swallowed into the mirror's maw, Kai awakens in a realm where the walls breathe and the air tastes of blood and perfume. The Queen sheds her mortal mask, revealing her truest form—regal, monstrous, and intoxicating all at once.

With his weapon gone and his wives clawing at the barrier outside, Kai must stand alone in the marrow of her power. Every mirror reflects a broken version of him, chained and defeated, and each whisper tempts him to surrender.

But the Queen doesn't want his death. She wants his submission. His surrender. His crown.

As the Queen advances, her shadows rising like serpents, Kai realizes this battle will not just be fought with steel—but with will, desire, and the strength to resist the hunger in her eyes.

And outside, his wives prepare to shatter heaven and hell alike to drag him back.

The banquet has ended. The real feast has only just begun.

⚔️ Call to Action

If you're hooked by this descent into the Queen's domain, don't stop here—things are about to turn darker, sharper, and more seductive than ever before. Chapter 93 will push Kai to the breaking point, test his bond with his wives, and unveil truths no blade can cut through.

🔥 Bookmark now, drop a comment with your theories, and keep those power stones ready—because the Queen has only just begun her banquet of knives. And Kai? He's the main course.