Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 735 – I’m an Honest Greed

”You want to visit Greed Vault?” Zavros frowned under the silk eye patch. ”I thought you wanted to visit your mom?”

They were back in the Nexus Prime office, Greed Tower.

Zavros had already surrendered to the couch, jacket tossed carelessly over the opposite armrest. He lay flat on his back, eye patch on, hands folded neatly over his chest like a demon attending his own therapy session.

Meanwhile Lux occupied the main chair behind the massive obsidian desk, posture straight, expression sharp.

He didn’t look up.

Holographic panels floated in front of him like obedient constellations. Market graphs. Infernal supply chain heat maps. Political risk indexes. Celestial diplomatic sentiment analysis. A rotating 3D model of Nexus Prime’s economic core.

His fingers moved across a translucent keyboard only he could see.

Click. Swipe. Expand. Collapse.

”I threw that line for optics,” Lux said casually. ”It made me look emotionally stable.”

Zavros lowered the eye patch slightly and stared at him.

”You are emotionally stable.”

Lux typed something faster.

A red risk column turned orange.

”Debatable.”

Zavros groaned and put the patch back down, hands folded neatly on his chest once again.

”You’re seriously not going to visit her.”

Lux switched screens.

”I might.”

”That’s not an answer.”

”It’s a probability.”

Zavros let out a long breath.

”You seriously believe that excuse fooled Kaelmor.”

Lux’s gaze sharpened slightly at one particular data string.

”No.”

He adjusted a projection.

”It wasn’t meant to.”

”Then why.”

”It was to signal I’m not panicking.”

Zavros turned his head slightly toward him.

”You are.”

Lux’s fingers paused for half a second.

Then resumed.

”I’m calculating.”

”That’s not the same thing.”

Lux zoomed into a timeline projection.

”It is when panic is inefficient.”

Silence filled the Greed office.

The space was massive. Gold threaded marble floors. Floor to ceiling windows showing Nexus Prime’s infernal skyline glowing in molten violet. Distant sky barges drifting between skyscrapers carved from obsidian and contract-light.

The Greed Tower hummed with economic power.

Zavros spoke again.

”You seriously don’t care about your mother.”

Lux leaned back slightly in the main chair. The chair that belong to Zavros’.

The one that still fit him too well.

”Did she care about me?”

Zavros went still.

”She gave birth to you.”

Lux deadpanned.

”Yes. Production successful.”

”That’s cold.”

Lux shrugged lightly.

”I grew up with demon nannies.”

Zavros didn’t answer.

”You and her disappeared for a honeymoon for almost two centuries.”

Zavros coughed lightly.

”It was important.”

”It was long.”

Zavros lowered the patch again.

”You were fine.”

Lux’s eyes didn’t leave the screens. ”If I could file child neglect charges, I would.”

Zavros blinked.

”But since you hired competent nannies, I couldn’t.” Lux tilted his head slightly. ”Good job.”

Zavros exhaled. ”I was not absent.”

”You had mindless sex.”

”That’s different.”

”It’s adjacent.”

Zavros removed the eye patch completely and sat up slightly.

”You had everything.”

Lux’s voice didn’t rise. ”I had staff.”

Zavros watched him more carefully now.

”Lux.”

Lux’s jaw flexed slightly, but he kept typing. ”Parentless is a different kind of silence.”

Zavros went quiet.

The office felt heavier for a moment.

Then Lux snapped a screen closed. ”Anyway.”

Zavros groaned. ”You pivot emotionally faster than a market crash.”

Lux smirked faintly. ”I learned from you.”

Zavros sat up fully now, leaning forward slightly. ”Fine. What do you need?”

Lux’s eyes locked onto a particular security archive file. ”The Eye of Truth.”

Zavros froze.

”...No.”

Lux didn’t blink.

”Yes.”

”That’s dangerous.”

”For liars.”

”For everyone.”

Lux rotated a hologram of an ancient artifact chamber.

The Eye was represented as a sealed crystalline orb suspended inside a vault model.

”It is dangerous for people who cannot withstand verification.”

Zavros stood up now.

”That thing strips narrative manipulation.”

”Correct.”

”It strips projection shielding. It strips half-truths.” Zavros walked closer to the desk. ”You lie. You are a demon, Lux. A Greed demon.”

Lux finally looked at him.

”In certain conditions.”

”That’s my point.”

Lux leaned back slowly.

”Overall, I don’t.”

Zavros laughed once sharply.

”You’re a Greed.”

”I’m transparent about my greed. If I want to take it, I will say it. See? No lies. I’m an honest Greed.”

Zavros cringed. ”That’s not comforting.”

Lux flicked his fingers and pulled up the celestial incident feed. From Vizreel.

Blurred.

Corrupted.

It was hard to see what happened in that Limbo.

”I need footage.”

Zavros folded his arms.

”You have footage.”

”I need footage no one can dispute.”

Zavros stared at the corrupted file.

”You think Kaelmor will tamper.”

Lux didn’t answer.

That was answer enough.

”The Eye records essence. It records intent. It records sovereign trace.”

”Yes.”

Zavros rubbed his temples.

”You want to run the next major event under it.”

Lux nodded.

”And store the copy in Greed Vault. Also, auto-release protocol.”

Zavros stared at him.

”You’re preparing a dead-man trigger.”

Lux didn’t flinch.

”If I die.”

Zavros went silent.

Lux continued typing.

”If I die, whoever killed me goes down with me.” He said it like he was just talking about the weather.

Zavros exhaled slowly.

”That’s extreme.”

Lux’s voice remained calm.

”So is being targeted by sovereign-class power.”

Zavros walked toward the window.

”You’re assuming the King.”

”I’m assuming instability.”

Zavros turned slightly.

”You’re building leverage.”

Lux’s lips curved faintly.

”I’m building insurance.”

Zavros sighed.

”You think this will stop Kaelmor.”

”No.”

”Then?”

”It will stop opportunists.”

Zavros looked back at the screens.

”And if the King sees it.”

Lux shrugged.

”He already knows I’m paranoid.”

Zavros walked back toward the couch and sat down again, this time upright.

”You’re escalating.”

Lux’s fingers moved faster now.

”No.”

”You are.”

”I’m stabilizing.”

Zavros watched him carefully.

”You sound like me.”

Lux didn’t look up.

”Your blood is in my veins.”

Zavros leaned back again, eye patch resting on his forehead now.

”You’re going to drag this realm into a transparency war.”

Lux smirked faintly.

”Hell runs on contracts. Contracts require verification. So I’m improving infrastructure.”

Zavros groaned again.

”You are the most dangerous type of son.”

”Efficient?”

”Competent.”