[{"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-50":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},1410561,1864,"Chapter 50: Can We Count This As a Date?","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>Chapter 50 – Can We Count This As a Date?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can we count this as a date?\" he joked as they entered the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. You didn’t bring me flowers, diamonds and a branded bag,\" she replied, guiding him through curved halls of marble, coral accents, and crystal light orbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached one of the guest rooms—one lined with silk sheets and subtle enchantments to ease stress and restore mana—Rava eased him down onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux let out a breath like he’d been holding it since the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room smelled like the sea and eucalyptus. The pillows were the soft kind that made your regrets melt a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay here,\" Rava said gently. \"I’ll get something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded without opening his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shirt—what remained—was half melted. His chest was bruised dark. Blood still oozed from a gash near his ribs. His legs were scratched up, and the tips of his fingers still trembled with mana backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d fought three high-level Seraphim who have the same level as demon lords. One even more than his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He killed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Hell would pause at that headline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System Notification: You are still bleeding internally.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Shall I increase your passive regeneration enhancement?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint glow started in his chest, like warm honey filling broken cracks. It would take hours to fully fix him—but it’d keep him stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux stared at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughed once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world blurred again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was softer now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time in a long time, someone was helping him without expecting anything back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know if that scared him or healed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle had eaten him from the inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The residual pressure of Limbo still clung to his nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mana core? Dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body? Still leaking pain from a dozen places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind wandered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cursed, sealed blade floating in his inventory like an unopened letter from someone dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then whispered, \"Inventory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of light shimmered before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System Notification: Inventory Accessed.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Highlighted: ??? – Seraphic Weapon – Unbound.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Would you like to CONSUME this item for possible skill gain?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning: Item has divine signature. Corruption risk: Low. Unknown effect: High.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux stared at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weapon left behind by an angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And here he was, broken on a bed, hoping it wasn’t just a shiny holy blade or a judgment stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered, \"Consume.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System Notification: Consuming Item...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapon unraveled. Not with light. But shadowlight—a pale silver glow turned inside out, like something divine dying beautifully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It vanished into his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like being set on fire from the inside, but in reverse. The burn was soft. Corrective. Searing something clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Unlocked: Dark Healing.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Effect: Channel corrupted divine essence to heal yourself or allies. Converts pain into energy. Scales with Magic Affinity.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Cooldown: 1 min]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then actually laughed. \"Finally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand rose—slow, shaky. He activated the new skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Heal...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest lit up like someone had poured warmth straight into his bones. A violet glow spread through his veins—cool, then hot, then calm. The fractures along his ribs snapped into place. Torn muscle stitched. His mana core thrummed once, stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[HP: 1,140,000 \u002F 1,200,000]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the ache?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The choking, exhausted weight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faded. Just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t get up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the idea of it made his eyelids heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleep clawed at his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m keeping this bed,\" he muttered, already half-asleep. \"Claiming it. Demon rights.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand dropped back to the mattress. His breathing slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux passed out in peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No alarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the weight of exhaustion and the faint scent of salt air and silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes later, the door opened with a soft click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava stepped in, her heels muffled on the carpet, a tall woman beside her—early thirties, short brown hair, glasses. A doctor. Not a hospital drone. A private one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She carried a satchel slung over one shoulder, and the aura of someone who charged thousands just to check blood pressure in private villas with a scenic view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They approached quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s asleep,\" Rava whispered as they entered the guest suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor—Dr. Liora Han, according to the gold name tag pinned to her coat—nodded once. \"You said he’s injured?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. Badly. I saw him limp, barely breathing. He was bleeding through his shirt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han stepped closer to the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Is he a model?\" she asked, blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava tilted her head. \"Not that I know of.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han’s brows furrowed. \"Because, respectfully, he looks like a forbidden fragrance commercial.\" She tilted her head slightly. \"One of those black-and-white ads where the guy walks out of the ocean in slow motion and just... stares at the camera with sinful cheekbones.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava actually snorted. \"He does have cheekbones that make you feel morally conflicted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux lay motionless on the bed, his dark shirt clinging to his torso—ripped, burned, blood-stained, but still managing to look fashionably tragic. His jaw was relaxed, mouth slightly parted. His hair was damp at the edges, messy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han hesitated, then carefully set her bag down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m going to need to examine him. Check for internal damage. You said he was in a fight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know what kind,\" Rava said. \"But he collapsed the moment I got him here. He didn’t want a hospital. Just said he needed rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han pulled on gloves. Then froze halfway through snapping the second one on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...We need to get his shirt off,\" she said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava blinked. \"Right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broad-shouldered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a beat of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do I feel this is illegal?\" Han asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Rava murmured. \"He’s unconscious. But not in a coma. And he did collapse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And this is medical,\" Han added, like she needed to justify it to herself. \"Professional. Ethical. Yes. I’ve done this before. 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