Evil MC's NTR Harem

With the full backing of an entire nation, Ross implemented his plans with unwavering precision.

Nothing stood in his way. Infrastructure projects were launched overnight, welfare programs expanded rapidly, and entire regions transformed under his command.

His influence reached every corner of the country, touching lives in ways people had only dreamed of.

He pushed his agenda even further, not with brute force, but with benevolence—earning admiration, awe, and near-worship.

In the eyes of the world, Ross Oakley was nothing short of a miracle.

"Ross Oakley is unreal! He helps people every single day, and on such a massive scale—it's changing lives!"

"I know, right? Every day it's something new. He's always donating, building, giving back. I even heard he's planning to construct a city just for the homeless—free housing, free education, everything!"

"Wow! Ross must've been a saint in his past life. He's such a good man. I wish every billionaire would follow his lead."

News anchors, social media influencers, politicians, and even rival nations praised him. Documentaries were made about his generosity.

Schools began including chapters about his life. He wasn't just a public figure anymore—he was a global symbol of hope, a modern-day messiah.

Yet beneath the surface of all the admiration and goodwill, Ross remained an enigma.

He didn't care for fame, nor did he chase after glory.

He never invested in futuristic inventions or theoretical tech; he focused instead on practical, instant solutions—food, shelter, medical aid.

It wasn't innovation he sought. It was influence. He didn't want to impress. He wanted to control.

This was exactly what he desired.

In the silence of his private estate, far from the noise of the masses and their praises, Ross stood by a tall window that overlooked the city he'd rebuilt.

The sky was a sheet of ink above him, the stars veiled by thick clouds. He gazed at the darkness with eyes that saw far beyond the night.

"The fish has taken the bait," he murmured, voice low and calculated. A slow, knowing smile crept across his lips—sharp, cold, and far from kind.

Everything was going according to plan.

People saw a savior. But Ross? He saw pawns. Tools. Pieces on a grand board, moving exactly where he wanted them to go.

His generosity was real, yes—but so was his ambition. The help he gave was just the first step.

"Soon," he whispered again, the smile deepening as the wind outside picked up. "Very soon."

***

December of 2033 arrived, and with it came another grand milestone in Ross Oakley's ever-evolving legend—he married Brenda and Colleen, bringing his number of wives to a staggering twenty-nine.

The world, already enraptured by his every move, exploded with excitement. News channels across continents paused their regular programming to cover the opulent ceremony.

Social media platforms were flooded with images of Ross and his brides, all dressed in custom-made attire that combined elegance, tradition, and futuristic fashion.

The wedding was not just a personal celebration—it was a global phenomenon.

Held in the capital city Ross had personally revitalized, the event saw leaders, celebrities, scientists, and royals in attendance.

Entire nations declared a public holiday in honor of the occasion.

Drones captured aerial footage of the colossal parade that followed the ceremony, and holographic displays projected the couple's vows in multiple languages.

For many, this wasn't merely a wedding—it was history unfolding in real time.

But beyond the spectacle, Ross's mind was always several steps ahead.

Brenda and Colleen, having come from a time long before the present, were strangers to this world.

Yet Ross had prepared for this. He gave them new identities, meticulously crafted down to the smallest detail.

Their legal records, background stories, and even their social profiles were seamlessly integrated into the databases of 2033's modern society.

He'd spared no effort to ensure they could adapt quickly and comfortably.

Private tutors, myriad learning devices, and curated cultural immersion programs were made available to them.

Their wardrobes were stocked with clothing designed not just for style, but to subtly guide them through the norms and expectations of their new reality.

Ross knew there would be an adjustment period—but he also knew one unshakable truth: he was there to make the transition effortless.

And when Ross Oakley wanted something, the world bent to accommodate it.

"There's nothing in this world that can't be solved," he had told them, his voice calm and sure as always. "You'll never walk alone. I've made this world ours."

By January of 2034, the celebrations had barely quieted, yet Ross was already back to work.

He began the year not with rest, but with a renewed wave of global humanitarian campaigns.

Massive aid convoys, powered by new technology, were dispatched to regions suffering from climate disasters.

He rolled out universal health programs in underdeveloped countries, eradicating diseases that had plagued them for decades.

Entire communities were lifted out of poverty almost overnight as he established clean energy grids, educational institutions, and housing initiatives.

He wasn't just giving people money—he was giving them the infrastructure to thrive.

Every corner of the globe bore his fingerprints.

People spoke of Ross not just as a man, but as a myth come to life.

Children idolized him, scholars studied him, and world leaders deferred to him.

But in the quiet moments, in the private sanctuaries of his sprawling estate, Ross never lost sight of what all this was truly for.

Every act of kindness, every gift to humanity, was a brick in the foundation of the empire he was building.

Not just an empire of land or power—but of devotion, dependency, and legacy.

And at the heart of it all stood Ross Oakley, the man who had reshaped the world in his image.

The months rolled by, and as the world settled into the rhythm of the new year, one event began to dominate headlines—the NBA playoffs.

Stadiums buzzed with anticipation, fans around the world marked their calendars, and social media exploded with predictions and debates.

But amidst the chatter, one name stood above all others.

Ross Oakley.