[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati":3,"chapter-harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-219":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1410780,1864,"Chapter 219: Greed Style","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-219",219,"\u003Cp>Chapter 219 – Greed Style\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While demons saw a lot of weird things here...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t usually see a half-Greed, half-Lust royal, clad in full battle armor, step out of a restricted infernal elevator with two glowing daggers in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux ignored all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a wink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just smooth, purposeful movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his boots hit the edge of the patterned rug, his wings snapped open—long, dark, batlike things edged with glimmering infernal glyphs. The wind gust they created knocked over a small tower of martini glasses on the lobby bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took off in a burst of speed, rising through the atrium like a silent storm, and shot through the ceiling’s shadow rift exit—meant for nobles and winged guests only.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dry air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pride Ring night glowed with its usual surreal intensity—neon and fire and pure arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the slums here had fountains. The trash bins were shaped like carved dragons. And every house—even the cheapest—had obsidian glass windows and stylized rooftop horns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like walking through a fantasy magazine where everything tried too hard to be intimidatingly hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux hovered in the air for a second, eyes glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Coordinates marked. You are three blocks away.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned without a word and flew, silent but fast, cutting through the Pride Ring skyline like a fallen star who was so done with everyone’s bullshit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t take long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The target location?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A repurposed multi-floor casino.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neon lights flickering in vulgar reds and purples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Painted murals of demons mid-fight, mid-kiss, mid-boast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lower floors had been converted into merc quarters—clearly. You could tell from the security sigils slapped over the windows and the not-so-subtle Bounty Vault rune etched into the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lux didn’t land right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hovered mid-air, a good twenty meters out, wings beating slow and deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the building for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Do you want to knock, Sir?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux tilted his head. Just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Knock?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, sweet thing...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised both arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I burn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glyphs on his chest ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper of flame crawled up his armor. His hair blew back from the sheer pressure of rising heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated Hellfire Rain]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky above him cracked—like glass shattering inward—revealing a swirl of red clouds and black smoke. From that hole, dozens—hundreds—of burning spears of fire materialized in a circular pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then— they dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hailstorm of molten infernal spikes came crashing down across the casino’s front half, shattering windows, collapsing balconies, and igniting every single pride-soaked banner in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams started immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux could hear the panic from inside— demons shouting, running, spells activating too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere, someone yelled, \"THE SKY’S BLEEDING!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wild. Not cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he was watching a child trip over a wine bottle they stole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Damage Report: 38% of exterior compromised. Panic status: High. Defensive measures activating.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect,\" Lux said smoothly. \"Let them know I’m here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wings folded in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed through the front of the building—glass exploding around him in slow-motion shards—straight through the charred doors and into the still-burning lounge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he landed, he slashed Devorare once— and the ceiling fan above him fell in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke curled around his boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demons scrambled across the hallway—some half-dressed, some trying to charge spells, others already mid-sprint away from the wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux stepped over a twitching gargoyle body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the guards tried to raise a spear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux flicked Amare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear dropped. So did the arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Target floor is two levels down. Path marked.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head slowly to a nearby Imp cowering behind an overturned table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Basement,\" Lux said calmly. \"Now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imp pointed, visibly shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux stepped past him, straight into the next corridor where the emergency glyph lights flickered red—panicked laughter and alarms blaring in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of charred velvet, blood, and ego-drenched cologne hit his nose like a broken promise. Paintings burned on the walls. Gilded chairs were overturned and trampled. Somewhere above, the harpist had stopped playing. Probably dead. Hopefully dramatic about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the air down here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was thick with the scent of real killers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bounty board clowns or wannabe enforcers in rented armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were underworld demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actual gang-bred, blood-oathed, cut-your-throat-for-sport types.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Syndicate mercs. Underground assassins. Ex-nobles turned feral. Pride Ring’s nastiest trash with sugarcoated smiles and a body count that could bankrupt Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent. Smooth. Not even breaking stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blades gleamed in the emergency red light like teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t the lobbying Lux.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the silver-tongued consultant who once walked into the Pride Ring’s palace with wine in one hand and a ledger in the other, charming high demons into forgiving 600-year-old debts with just a smirk and a wink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the other Lux.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one people forgot about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who trained in Hell’s military academy and chose assassination over leadership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who didn’t believe in glory or armies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—clean kills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quiet looting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greed-style solutions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quick. Silent. Efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t even trying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in the Pride territory... if you wanted answers, you didn’t sneak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You made a scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You made noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You made the walls bleed your name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So yeah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was done whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment the first demon turned the corner—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux was already in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large, hammer-wielding brute came barreling toward him, eyes glowing and mouth foaming with infernal adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted—teleporting behind the beast mid-charge with a ripple of warped light—and plunged Amare straight into the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon jerked—mouth going wide—before Lux twisted the blade, dragged it down the spine, and kicked the corpse forward with a sickening crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head rolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So did the hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t take either.\u003C\u002Fp>",1009,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.778Z",1,"novelbin.me","3d622205f6ffd8845b942c0429dda293fdc9a1e39b8c2df4b14a721f004afca1","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-220","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-218",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]