Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 421: Hostile Liquidation

Chapter 421 – Hostile Liquidation

Lama hissed.

Karzon’s eyes flared. "Don’t play the bureaucrat, Vaelthorn. You think we don’t know what this is? This reeks of you. This isn’t Lord Zavros."

Lux’s smile sharpened. His shoulders squared. But he said no word.

And suddenly, the tension twisted. The air felt tight. Hot.

Karzon’s furnace glow sputtered for half a second.

"Yeah. That’s not how Lord Zavros does his business," Dravik muttered, nostrils flaring. "He doesn’t send auditors. He doesn’t cut budgets."

Lux raised a brow. "And what did you think I was doing?"

Lama’s voice lowered, suspicious. "It feels like you’re carving up our dominions from behind your desk. That you’re not just balancing books."

Sira whispered, "True."

Lux ignored her. Mostly.

"Let me be clear," he said, hands clasping behind his back like he was leading a hostile board meeting. "I didn’t come here for war. I came for a coffee run and possibly a late-night lap pillow. I’m on vacation."

Karzon laughed, a sound like metal screaming. "Vacation? With a fucking wraith embedded in my treasury vault?"

"Maybe," Lux said. "Should’ve used better passwords."

Lama took another step forward, whip coiling tighter. "We don’t answer to you, Vaelthorn. Not yet. You may be Hell’s CFO, but that doesn’t make you King."

Lux smiled. "Good."

Then the smile vanished.

"Because if I were King, I’d have to care whether you were wasting public war funds on demon wine tastings and ’executive-level’ gladiator spas."

[Reminder: Dravik’s expense report includes 40,000 units of imported blood truffles and an itemized ’orgy conference.’]

Lux waved a hand.

"I have spreadsheets," he said, voice cold and clinical now. "I have reports. I have forensic teams who can trace every stolen soul from your gates to your warlocks. You want to threaten me? Fine. But do it knowing I’ll hit you where it hurts."

He paused. Then added with a sharp edge.

"Your margins."

That did it.

Dravik bellowed, his stitches snapping. Karzon roared, pulling a burning hammer from the ground with a slam. Lama’s whip crackled with fire and memory magic.

Sira exhaled, licking her fang. "Finally."

Lux flexed his wings. Blades summoned back into his hands like old lovers.

"System," he said calmly. "Tag this encounter as ’unauthorized budget negotiation.’"

[Logged. Shall I apply the ’Performance-Based Termination’ protocol, sir?]

"Do it."

[Understood. Now initiating hostile liquidation.]

Lux’s voice lowered, almost a growl under his breath. "Also... send an urgent message to Officer Malris Korr. Inform her that I, and Lady Sira, are under active attack in the mortal realm by three warlords."

[Message drafted. Embedding coordinates. Attaching witness assessment protocol. Dispatching now, sir.]

Sira’s wings stretched wider. "Malris owes me dinner anyway. Maybe this counts as a date."

And then the sky cracked again as the dome flared—

And Hell officially reopened for business.

The street below shimmered under the weight of raw demonic power. Everything smelled like scorched metal, old blood, and sulfur-rich arrogance. Lightning licked the inside edges of the dome. Mana danced in jagged bursts. Each warlord now stood in full combat stance, eyes glowing, teeth bared.

Karzon the Unbound stepped forward, slamming his hammer into the earth. Molten spikes erupted around him, searing glyphs igniting in a ten-meter radius.

Dravik the Glutted unhinged his jaw, black fog pouring from his mouth as three skeletons wrapped in gore shambled to life at his sides.

Lama Mournflame, in her crimson and bronze chainmail, flicked her burning whip lazily across the ground. Her eyes locked on Lux, a sneer dancing on her lips.

"I see," Lama said coolly, "so the best thing we do now is simple..."

She tilted her head.

"...Take the CFO ourselves."

Karzon chuckled. "I heard your head’s worth 88.8 billion Soul Coins. Right, Vaelthorn?"

Lux raised an eyebrow. "Thanks for reminding me. I keep forgetting how valuable I am."

[Current Bounty Assessment: 88.8 Billion confirmed. Adjusted value: 94.3 Billion post-market. Note: Many bidders cite ’aesthetic value’ and ’personality revenge’ as top motivations.]

Sira whistled. "I should start charging for lap time."

Lux rolled his neck. "Please don’t auction me off."

Sira smirked. "Tempting, though." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Lama stepped forward again, the ground cracking beneath her stilettos. "Just one question," she said mockingly. "You really think you can walk out of this? You’re strong. But we’re warlords. And you’re just—"

Sira cut in, flicking a claw. "He’s not the only one here."

Karzon laughed, embers puffing from his mouth. "Oh, right. The Pride Daughter. Princess Sin herself."

Dravik bared his rotting teeth. "Two Sin Lords’ children. Adorable. But still just... children."

"Still growing their horns," Lama added with a smirk.

"You’re strong," Karzon admitted. "But your power? Doesn’t match ours. You don’t feel like us yet. Not yet."

And they weren’t wrong.

Lux’s current level was 275.

All three of them? Over 295, even 310. Battle-worn. Experience-hardened. Every aura they emitted felt like it had claw marks etched into it. Decades, centuries of conquest.

And worse—

They believed they were untouchable.

Lux didn’t speak. Didn’t rise to the bait.

He just smiled politely. The same kind of smile he used when CEOs tried to fake assets during quarterly audits.

Sira, though, chuckled darkly. "Do keep going. I love watching mid-level managers talk like kings."

Karzon grunted. "We’re stronger than you two. That’s just fact."

"Sure is," Lux agreed calmly. "Would you like that in a report format?"

They didn’t get the joke.

Lama dragged her whip through the air. "Tell you what. I bet even Lady Sira here is worth something. Your father might not like how she’s... playing around with you. Might pay us to send her back in pieces."

Lux’s smile snapped.

Like glass cracking beneath a silk glove.

He laughed. Once. A soft, breathy, lethal sound.

"Oh, that’s cute," he said.

Sira tilted her head. "Lux..."

He raised a hand slightly. "No. No. I want to answer that one."

His tone changed.

From casual, to cold.

"You’re under the impression I care what Lord Lucaris thinks of our... relationship."

Karzon stepped forward. "You don’t?"

"No," Lux said. "He doesn’t pay my bills. He doesn’t sign my reports. And he sure as hell doesn’t know what Sira sounds like when she screams my name."