[{"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-45":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},1410556,1864,"Chapter 45: Welcome to Limbo","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-45",45,"\u003Cp>Chapter 45 – Welcome to Limbo\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets buzzed around him—cars honking, neon signs flickering, the distant rhythm of a street performer smacking beats on overturned buckets. Mortals flowed like a river around him, oblivious to the Level Cap Annihilator currently debating whether to buy a croissant or steal a country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boots clicked against the sidewalk, slow and steady. Confidence in every step. But beneath it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was spinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even because of Naomi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Bet those angels are talking about you, sir.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux grinned. \"Oh, definitely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thumbed open his system interface—sleek, gold-trimmed, black as obsidian. The air around him shimmered faintly, invisible to mortals, but pulsing with coded magic only a select few could sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The menu expanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Welcome back, Lux Vaelthorn.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Active. Vacation Mode: ON.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[New Titles Earned: Realmbreaker. Limitless.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning: Emotional Stability 61%. Recommend Coffee.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snorted. \"Yeah, no kidding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swiped to the Skills tab. Time to reassess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It split into two neatly organized branches—like an infernal resume built by a bipolar career counselor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[GREED-BASED SKILLS]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Wealth Scan]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly reveals a target’s net worth, Fortune Points, bank history, active investments, debt contracts, and hidden gold reserves. Bonus: displays a financial personality tag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Midas Touch]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Touch any object. Turn it into gold, diamonds, or other rare materials. Cooldown: 3 minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Money Multiply]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temporarily multiplies any currency or financial asset by 100x to 10,000x depending on greed level and mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Raven Protocol: Corvus]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Summon your demonic assistant raven. Sarcastic. Talks like a burned-out aristocrat with Wi-Fi. Can hack global banks, steal financial IDs, and deliver luxury items midair with drone-grade accuracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Wealth Rewrite]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drain or boost someone’s fortune rating, causing windfalls, tax evasion blessings, or career-ending bankruptcy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[TechnoGreed]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly hack and control any device on a network—phones, drones, ATMs, elevators, smart fridges, crypto farms. Even coffee machines. Especially coffee machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Devil’s Blessing]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When someone makes a pact with you, they gain a buff based on their strongest traits. Also auto-generates a demonic watermark on their soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[LUST-BASED SKILLS]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Manipulation]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magically enhance persuasion, seduction, and negotiation. Can sway thoughts, erode resistance, or convince people that selling their soul is a quirky career move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Charm]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glamour-style aura. Bends light, tone, and body language to make you appear as the viewer’s ideal type. Stacks with pheromones. Unreasonably effective on sleep-deprived mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Passive: Incubus Pheromones]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Effect: Auto-activates around emotionally unstable or wealthy women with a Fortune Rating of 60%+. Induces attraction, mild obsession, or impulsive flirting. Cannot be manually turned off—runs on mood. When you are down, so is the scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[OFFENSIVE SKILLS]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Battle Form]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Partial transformation into armored state. Hell-forged plates inscribed with financial contracts, glowing with infernal mana. Increases physical defense, resistance to holy projectiles, and doubles sass output.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[True Form: Greed Incarnate]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full transformation. Horned. Obsidian skin laced with molten gold runes. Eyes glow like burning credit cards. Cloak made of IOUs owed by mortal empires. Aura effect: causes envy, lust, or subconscious submission in weaker beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Teleportation]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short-range. Greed-based targeting. Can warp directly to large financial deposits, high-value targets, or anywhere with luxury goods present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Agility Boost]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temporarily enhances speed and reflexes. Used mostly to dodge responsibility or sprint across rooftops during magical audits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Demonic Orbs]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Summon 50 floating dark energy orbs. Each orb stores a debt curse or minor explosion spell. Can also bounce like angry rubber balls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hellfire Rain]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Launch infernal bolts into the sky that arc down in a burning shower. Targets feel like they’re getting taxed in hellfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Summon: Souls of the Damned]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Summon bound spirits or infernal creatures—bankrupt barons, corrupt politicians, and failed angelic stockbrokers—to fight along your side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[SIGNATURE WEAPON – TWIN BLADES OF SIN]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux stared at the list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scrolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tapped the edge of the menu thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Huh,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Unsatisfied, sir?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kinda,\" he admitted, scratching his jaw. \"I mean, I have power. But most of its utility. Negotiation tools. High-tier bullshit. Not many big boom skills.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You preferred your blades in the military.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, well. That was Hell’s military. Different rules. Everything was either get in close or bribe the enemy general’s mistress.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Should I mark down a skill expansion request?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux nodded. \"Yup. I want more combat options. Maybe something AOE. Or like... sin bombs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Noted. Compiling potential evolutions.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked the menu shut and stepped into a crosswalk, ignoring the oncoming car that screeched to a halt inches from his boot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver leaned out. \"Are you trying to die?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t even glance. Just waved. \"Sorry. I’m allergic to being poor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breeze blew past, ruffling his coat. It smelled like exhaust, fried food, and that strange city-scent of metal and human ambition. But beneath it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sniffed the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Detection Protocol Active: Unknown divine mana signature. Range: Expanding.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Don’t like that,\" Lux muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pivoted toward an alley, tucked himself behind a half-broken vending machine, and swiped open a new tab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Map – Divine Interference Monitor]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new blip pulsed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three. Not one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same damn city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rebel angels?\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Likely. Class: Seraphim. Not causal. Probably opportunistic.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux leaned his head against the concrete wall, letting the cool surface ground him for half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yup, no vacation for me, I guess,\" he sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You are genetically incapable of mediocrity.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thought for a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then tapped the side of his neck, dragging his fingers down the black-gold thread laced into his coat’s lining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shift in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the air. Not the weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux’s breath fogged for a second despite the summer heat. He blinked. Looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wind. No footsteps. The distant hum of streetlights fuzzed out like an unplugged amp. The shadows lengthened. Stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the sky—cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like glass breaking underwater. Not with sound. But with pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A drag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System Notification: Dimensional Shift Detected.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Location: Limbo Layer – Class: Angelic Seal Realm.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Extraction: Blocked.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Combat Protocol: Activated.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Son of a—\" Lux didn’t finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world turned inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The street below his feet shattered like glass and reformed midair. Color bled from the sky. Buildings stretched, twisting like they’d been painted by a drunk surrealist with a grudge. Traffic froze—literally. Cars suspended in the air like marionettes with cut strings. Asphalt peeled into ribbons. Street signs blinked with angelic runes. Graffiti warped into biblical symbols pulsing with threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything—everything—was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t Hell. It wasn’t Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something between.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Welcome to Limbo...\u003C\u002Fp>",1089,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.498Z",1,"novelbin.me","0eceda0bd7f0dab81277b6fa51df2ba17b90698747c8ff0d306dee33b55e027b","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-46","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-44",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]