Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 428: Digital Vengeance

Chapter 428 – Digital Vengeance

He held out his hand. A small ripple shimmered in the air—and with a chime, the golden coin returned to him, spinning once before snapping into his palm. He caught it with two fingers, eyes glowing faintly as it rejoined the collection inside his dimensional vault.

His wounds were still there—burns down one arm, blood crusted along his neck, and a rib that felt like someone had filed it down with a credit card—but the power boost was real. Tangible.

He looked at Malris. "Anyway... I’m still hurt."

"I can see that."

"And so is Sira."

Sira raised a lazy hand, waving like someone at a shareholder meeting who wanted to leave early.

"So," Lux continued smoothly, "I’m still going to sue them."

Malris blinked. "You’re going to sue dead demons?"

Lux nodded solemnly. "Dead, but doesn’t mean the responsibility vanished. That’s negligence, Malris. There are clauses for posthumous liability in the Warlord Charter."

"You’re filing demoncorp litigation against three corpses?"

"Correction." Lux held up three fingers. "Three public figures with known holdings, who illegally ambushed me without proper declaration, in a licensed dueling zone."

Sira hummed. "Lux," she said, "don’t forget they also broke six environmental spells. That’s probably another fine."

"Oh yeah. Good point." Lux glanced at the battlefield. "That dome was regulation-grade."

Malris just stared at him. "I don’t know whether to laugh or scream."

Lux smiled softly. "Why not both? But first, let’s talk recovery fees."

Malris made a soft, strangled sound, then sat down on a half-melted bench. "You’re insane."

"I’m compliant," Lux corrected, wincing slightly as he rolled his shoulder. "Very different."

Malris stared at the space where the artifacts had vanished. "You really turned three Warlords into tools."

Lux tilted his head. "Is that not normal?"

"No!"

"Huh."

Sira muttered, "I think it’s hot."

Lux gave her a sideways look. "You would."

"Tools," Sira purred, brushing blood off her lips with the back of her hand like it was lip gloss. "Bound by gold. Trapped forever in your greedy little hand." She leaned closer, eyes glittering like a sin on fire. "Honestly, it’s erotic."

Lux snorted. "Hell yeah, it is."

Sira didn’t even wait. She was already closing her distance, her skin warm and smeared in crimson streaks, her thighs draped over his like a second skin. Her lips crashed into his with a violent, needy hunger. Teeth. Tongue. Blood. Lust. Her mana flared—prideful and wild. His aura pulsed in sync, greed curling outward like molten silk, embracing her like a bank vault locking shut.

Their kiss was a full-on hostile takeover—no survivors.

He groaned into her mouth, hands tangled in her blood-slicked hair, dragging her closer. Sira made a low sound from her throat, her claws gripping his collar, nails digging in just enough to hurt.

Blood smeared across his jaw. His fingers slipped under her armor. She was already gasping.

And then—

"Ahem."

The polite cough of bureaucratic doom echoed like a system error.

Malris stood several meters away, arms crossed, face deadpanned so hard it could have filed taxes. She was not amused. Or rather—she was exactly amused, but she had paperwork to pretend otherwise.

Sira, predictably, didn’t stop. She just slowed. Barely.

Lux broke the kiss, still breathing heavy, smirking with blood on his lips. "Habit," he said innocently, like he hadn’t just been about to undress Pride’s daughter on a battlefield littered with corpse-artifacts.

Sira didn’t move from his embrace. She just leaned her forehead against his, purring like a greedy feline, while her hand casually slid lower. Lux grabbed it before it got dangerous. "Later," he murmured against her skin.

Malris rolled her eyes. "I’m glad one of you is still pretending we live in a functioning society."

She paced now, her voice sharper, heels clicking on gold-flecked stone. "Do you even understand what this means? You basically have a... a conversion engine. A recycling bin from hell. You kill someone powerful, and your system just—" She gestured wildly. "—does whatever this is!"

Lux paused. "Should I... not be using it?"

Malris froze. "I didn’t say that."

He smiled. "Good. Because I love using it."

Malris rubbed her temples. "So. What’s the plan now? Spa day?"

"I’m still on vacation," Lux replied smoothly, stretching like a cat after a successful embezzlement. "So... yes. Spa day."

Malris gave him a deadpan stare. "You’re drenched in blood. Your aura’s leaking corruption. Your last attack turned a demon into golden confetti. And your girlfriend’s licking your neck like a predator in heat."

Sira gave Malris a wicked smirk and murmured, "I like it bloody."

Lux nodded solemnly. "She really does."

"And what about the lawsuit?" Malris reminded, motioning sharply as if trying to herd two disaster goats back into their pen. "The Hell Court won’t file itself."

Lux waved lazily, still half-draped in Sira’s claws. "I’ll send the message. Pre-filled legal packet. One-click delivery. I made a macro for that."

[Automated Legal Submission Protocol Prepared.]

[Target: Hell Court. Charges: Unlawful Bounty Allocation, Attempted Assassination, Cross-Plane Sabotage.]

"See?" Lux grinned. "Digital vengeance. Very modern." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Sira chuckled and pointed toward the smoking heap that used to be his car. "And what about that?"

Lux turned.

Cringed.

"Oh dear... That was... a lease."

The once-elegant black car—sleek, arrogant, and unnecessarily fast—now looked like it had done a pirouette through an active volcano and lost. Its chrome frame had melted into a puddle of sad curves. One of the wheel rims was still spinning in place like it hadn’t gotten the memo that they’d survived.

He sighed dramatically. "You know, for once, I just wanted something normal. A mortal car. A quiet ride. No screaming tires, no exploding chassis, no living engine trying to seduce me."

He rummaged through his dimensional pocket and pulled out a jagged bone-shaped token, still humming faintly with greed.

"Guess not."

And with a lazy flick of his wrist, he tossed it toward the wreck.

The moment it hit—

[Artifact Activation: Infernal Reconstruction Core]

[Object Consumed: Mortal Vehicle – Burnt Class]

[Transformation Initiated...]