The Hero’s Harem is Trying to Kill Him

The silence after Kai's disappearance was unbearable.

His sword still rang against the marble floor, the note drawn out unnaturally, as though the air itself refused to let it die. Velis stumbled forward, reaching for him, but her fingers closed on nothing.

"Kai?!" Her voice cracked, raw with panic.

The shards had gone still, hovering mid-air like blades waiting for their master's command.

On her throne of jagged glass, the Queen reclined, serene as though this had all been scripted. Her crown caught every flicker of light, each angle sharper than a dagger.

"Do not mourn," she cooed, her tone caressing their ears with poison. "He has not left you. He has merely been… relocated. To where he belongs."

Astra's fire kindled despite the burns crawling up her arms. "Bring him back." Her words were low, trembling, the fury of a candle threatening to become a wildfire.

The Queen tilted her head, lips curling. "Bring him back? No, little flame. He never left. He only sees what he tried to hide, even from you."

The shards shivered.

Then the hall cracked apart.

Like glass beneath a hammer, the throne room fractured. Splits spiderwebbed through the air, and the three wives were flung into the rift, each dragged into a corridor of their own reflection.

Kai – The White Void

Kai landed hard on nothing. A white expanse spread infinitely in every direction, the light pressing down on him like weight.

His sword was gone.

Ahead, his reflection stood. Not attacking. Not mocking. Smiling.

"You see?" the reflection whispered. "Without them, you are nothing. A blade without an edge. A leader without followers. A heart without love. Who are you then?"

Kai lunged. He didn't need steel. His fist cracked across the reflection's jaw—shattering it into a spray of splinters.

But it reformed instantly. And now there were more. Dozens.

They spread in a circle, each version of him holding a different blade—scars fresh, eyes cold, some twisted with arrogance, others heavy with despair.

Their voices merged into a chorus that rattled the void:

"Who are you without us?"

Kai bared his teeth, chest heaving. "I am me. That's enough."

The reflections smiled.

"Then prove it."

Velis – The Corridor of Blood

Velis hit the ground on her knees. The hall stretched endlessly ahead, walls and floor the color of raw crimson. Blood dripped from the ceiling in slow, thick droplets, hissing when they struck the ground.

Behind her, her reflection followed like a phantom. Its whispers clung to her ear:

"You swore to protect him. Yet every time, you fail. You are the blade that always breaks."

The mirrors lining the corridor flickered with scenes of Kai—cut down, burned, drowned, pierced. Each failure hers. Each one a reminder.

Her fists clenched until blood seeped from her palms.

"Not again," she growled.

Her reflection stepped in front of her, identical down to the scars. But where Velis trembled with fury, the reflection radiated calm, pitying cruelty. It drew a sword of liquid blood.

Velis roared and charged. Every clash rang like bone breaking. Her blade carved through, but each strike only spawned more wounds on her own body. She stumbled, dripping, but pressed on.

Step by step, she shattered the mirrors. Step by step, she carved her way toward freedom.

Pain was nothing. Kai was waiting.

Astra – The Corridor of Flame

Astra fell hard into fire.

The corridor was an inferno, but not hers. This fire was golden, pure, untouchable. It didn't consume—it illuminated.

Ahead, her reflection stood. Taller. Brighter. Her fire burned clean, effortless. She looked like what Astra had always dreamed of becoming.

"You'll never be me," it said softly, raising a hand. The flames obeyed like loyal servants.

Astra coughed, her throat raw. Smoke clung to her lungs, her own flames sputtering and wild. She staggered to her knees, eyes stinging.

"You'll only ever consume yourself."

Tears cut clean lines through the soot on her face. Her hands shook, sparks barely clinging to her fingertips. But somewhere deep in her chest, in the ache of every failure, a fire clawed for release.

She forced herself up, screaming against the golden blaze.

"Then I'll consume everything—even you!"

Her flames erupted, chaotic, violent. They met the golden fire, clashing, twisting, a storm of light and shadow. For every inch she lost, Astra pushed back with sheer will, her own imperfect fire tearing free from its chains.

Lyra – The Corridor of Arrows

Lyra awoke in silence.

A forest of glass trees stretched endlessly. Branches creaked, each one bearing a shadow of Kai's body swaying like a puppet.

Her bow snapped into her hand. She drew and fired. The arrow cracked, splintering before it reached. Every shot failed.

Her reflection emerged from the woods. Same stance. Same bow. Its arrow aimed directly at her heart.

"You always miss when it matters most."

Lyra froze. The weight of failure pressed her chest, every memory of hesitation, every mistake. She had missed before. And it had cost everything.

Her hands trembled. The string threatened to slip.

Then she remembered his sword ringing, the sound echoing through the room as Kai vanished. She remembered Velis's cry, Astra's fire.

Her grip steadied.

"Not this time."

Her arrow ignited—not with flame, but with raw, stubborn conviction. She released. The arrow screamed through the trees, splintering her reflection's shot mid-air, driving straight into its chest.

The forest groaned as glass shattered around her.

The Queen Watching

In her throne, the Queen watched it all.

The shards hovered like windows, displaying each trial, each struggle. Her smile widened with every scream, every tear.

"They will break," she whispered. "Piece by piece, heart by heart… until only Kai remains. And when he falls…"

Her voice softened, reverent.

"He will kneel."

Her laughter slithered through every corridor, cold and sweet, reaching every ear.

Cliffhanger

Kai staggered in the white void.

The circle of reflections closed in. One stepped forward, weapon raised. But it wasn't a sword.

It was a crown.

The Queen's crown—gleaming, sharp, waiting to be set upon his head.

The reflection's voice was his own.

"Put it on. It's already yours."

🔮 Preview – Chapter 95: Reflections of the Crown

The white void tightens its grip as Kai stands surrounded, each reflection wielding not just a blade, but every weakness he's ever hidden. With every strike, his strength fractures, forcing him closer to the crown the Queen tempts him with.

Meanwhile, Velis bleeds her way through mirrors of failure, Astra's chaotic fire collides with perfection, and Lyra's arrows splinter illusions of hesitation. Each corridor is more than a test—it is the Queen's hand digging into their hearts.

But can they break free before Kai claims the crown? Or will the Queen forge a ruler from their broken love?

The corridors are closing. The moment of convergence is near.

⚔️ Call to Action

If you've made it this far, you know this is no ordinary trial—this is the crucible where love, loyalty, and power collide. 💔🔥

Will Kai's wives shatter the illusions holding them prisoner, or will the Queen crown him as her own weapon?

👉 Keep reading to uncover the storm that's about to break loose in Chapter 95: Reflections of the Crown!

Every choice, every reflection, every scar matters now—don't miss what comes next.