Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 47 – I’m Limited Edition

A layer of obsidian plate slammed across his body like a second skin. Runic threads pulsed gold along the joints, etching currency sigils across his chest, arms, thighs. His horns curled upward—sleek, polished, and sharp.

His tail snapped into view, barbed and twitching like a warning sign. Massive infernal wings unfurled with a growl of metal scraping on air, each feather edged like a blade.

His eyes didn’t glow.

They burned.

Red-hot. Like fresh molten coins.

And then—he moved.

”Agility Boost.”

The world slowed.

To him, it was fluid. Like watching someone pour honey underwater. The angels? Moving. Reacting.

Too slow.

Lux dashed.

One flap of his wings and he was airborne. A twist mid-spin, and Amare curved toward Inaya’s neck. She barely parried, her halo flaring—only for Devorare to arc up beneath the block and catch her across the ribs.

”Ghh—!”

The impact sent her crashing into one of Mordyn’s mirrored walls, shattering it in a glorious explosion of light and rage.

Kael’var roared and surged toward him—but Lux teleported.

Lux blinked above him, flipped in midair, slammed his heel into the back of the angel’s head—and as Kael’var staggered forward, Lux drove Devorare down into his shoulder with brutal force.

Metal on divine flesh.

The blade screamed.

And so did Kael’var.

”You have to die,” Mordyn’s voice came low and bitter, echoing across the trap-choked battlefield. ”You are an anomaly. A disease. Heaven and Hell agree on one thing: you should never have existed.”

Lux landed with a roll, his wings folding tight behind him. He licked blood off his lip and smiled.

”Guess I’ll just keep existing harder, then.”

He snapped his fingers.

”Summon...”

[Sinflora Gluttonia – The Hungering Womb of Debt.]

The ground shattered.

No—exploded.

Something rose from the cracked floor. Something wrong.

A grotesque, towering plant made of sin—thick thorned vines, pulsing meat-colored petals, and giant, gnashing mouths that spoke in debt collection letters. The center of the beast resembled a gaping blossom, lined with jagged teeth and multiple twitching tongues.

Dozens—no, hundreds—of tendrils slithered across the battlefield like snakes on fire, each one marked with brand seals and lust sigils.

”Feed,” Lux ordered, calm as rain.

The plant obeyed.

Tendrils snapped outward, catching angelic constructs mid-charge, dragging them into the main maw. Their screams were swallowed whole. Gluttonia vibrated with pleasure, the scent of rotting gold and burning incense spreading through the realm like poisoned perfume.

Then Lux raised both arms.

”Let it rain, then.”

Hellfire Rain.

The sky turned red.

Flames fell in lances—no mercy, no precision. Just wrath. Each bolt screamed as it hit, detonating into waves of violet inferno. Traps exploded. Mirrors cracked. The battlefield turned into a roaring hellscape.

Lux moved through it like a demon ballet.

Duck. Slash. Kick. Flip.

He slammed an elbow into Kael’var’s chin, then twisted behind him to drive his knee into the angel’s back. While Kael’var was mid-stumble, Lux kicked off his spine—using him as a springboard—flipped, and slashed both blades in a perfect cross at Mordyn’s defenses.

His cloak of traps bent. But it cracked.

Lux grinned, blades sparking against divine armor.

”You’re nothing without your scripts, Mordy. How’s it feel to get audited mid-battle?”

’Demonic Orbs!’

The sky turned black again—orbs shimmered into view, each pulsing like a cursed stock option.

Lux extended his hand. The orbs floated like lazy sharks around him. Waiting.

”Target lock,” he whispered.

And they surged.

Fifty explosions ripped across the field—mini implosions of raw demonic will. Constructs burst like paper dolls. A chunk of Inaya’s wing flared, her protective chant overloaded.

She screamed—beautiful and terrible.

”Still think I have to die?” Lux asked coldly as he walked toward her, wings dragging behind him like shadow.

Her eyes trembled.

He stopped mid-step.

Then disappeared.

Reappeared above her.

Drove his foot down into her chest, slamming her into the ground.

”Because I think you’re full of shit.”

She coughed blood, holy light fizzing around her.

Kael’var came again. This time slower. Bruised. But relentless.

Lux welcomed it.

They clashed.

Blade met blade in a shockwave that rattled the whole twisted realm. Marble cracked. Light flickered. The giant sin-plant behind Lux moaned and pulsed as it grew taller.

The angels fought like righteous fury.

Lux?

Fought like a monster.

Every movement was layered cruelty—slashes that aimed for nerves, kicks that collapsed wings, spells designed not to kill but to break focus. He didn’t just hurt them.

He undid them.

Another attack landed on him.

[-110,000 HP]

And still, he grinned.

He lunged like a mad demon.

”Is this all it takes to make Heaven tremble?” he mocked as he spun under Mordyn’s trap-laced strike, his blade cutting into the angel’s gut. ”A bored demon with mom issues and decent footwork?”

”You’re not special,” Mordyn hissed, spitting silver blood.

”No,” Lux replied, twisting Amare free in a flourish. ”I’m limited edition.”

He dropped low—dodged three bolts of light, slammed his elbow into Inaya’s gut again, and spun into Kael’var’s guard like a devil-shaped bullet.

The three clashed together. It was chaos.

Flashes.

Explosions.

Tendrils wrapping around wings, flames raining across the twisted battlefield, divine and infernal screaming into the fractured sky.

Lux’s body screamed from the strain, muscles burning beneath the armor. His lungs hurt.

But the ache felt good.

He laughed. Not loud. Not manic.

Just that cruel chuckle.

That ”I told you not to mess with me” kind of sound.

”You can keep yelling,” he murmured, eyes gleaming red and bright. ”Keep cursing. Keep swinging those discount holy relics. But you’re not getting out of this intact.”

He cracked his neck.

Then pointed Devorare at them.

”Because I’m done playing diplomat.”

The plant behind him roared, dozens of mouths screaming in harmony.

The wind howled through Limbo like it wanted to run.

Lux?

He just walked forward.

Into the storm.

Into the judgment.

And into whatever came next.

Limbo pulsed—twisted light and frayed gravity trembling with every step Lux took. The ground beneath him wasn’t solid anymore. It breathed. Warped like a half-digested realm trying to spit him out. The sky above was bleeding. Divine light cracked like glass. One wrong blink, and you could fall forever.