Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 736: No One Could Take What I Have Built

Chapter 736 – No One Could Take What I Have Built

Lux opened a secondary projection.

Projected board members. Greed faction. Political loyalty indexes.

"Also."

Zavros raised a brow. "If Kaelmor scapegoated the Abyss Lord. Then someone else will be positioned next. Could be everyone."

Zavros nodded slowly. "You."

Lux didn’t deny it. "That’s why I need indestructible proof."

Zavros stared at him. "You think he’ll test you again."

Lux’s jaw tightened faintly. "He enjoyed it."

Silence again.

The memory of the spear hovering inches from his chest flashed briefly.

Lux closed that memory down.

Focus.

Data.

Numbers.

"You’re not afraid." Zavros said it quietly this time.

Lux paused for half a second.

"I am."

Zavros blinked. "Of?"

"Power without control."

Zavros studied him. "You don’t fear death. You fear narrative."

Lux’s eyes sharpened slightly. "Yes."

Zavros nodded slowly. "That’s very Greed."

Lux leaned forward slightly in the chair. "If I die randomly, I’m a casualty." He tapped a hologram. "If I die with evidence, I’m leverage."

Zavros let out a slow breath. "You are exhausting."

Lux smiled faintly. "I survived the hell economy for two centuries."

Lux flicked another command.

Greed Vault authorization request queued.

Restricted.

Triple biometric.

Sovereign override required.

Zavros saw it. "You want my authorization."

"Yes."

Zavros leaned back again. "And if I refuse."

Lux’s gaze didn’t waver. "Then I will find another way."

Zavros stared at him for a long moment. "You really are my son."

Lux’s lips curved. "That’s what the DNA test says."

Zavros snorted despite himself.

The tension in the room shifted slightly.

Still heavy.

But threaded with something familiar.

Pride.

Concern.

Fear.

Responsibility.

Lux finally leaned back fully in the chair.

"I’m planning for survivability. And if I don’t survive..." Lux’s eyes flicked toward the skyline beyond the window. Then back to his father. "Then I make sure my killer doesn’t either."

The holographic screens reflected in his eyes.

Gold light.

Sharp focus.

Calculated risk.

Zavros stared at him in silence for a long moment.

The Greed Tower hummed around them. Outside the massive windows, Nexus Prime glowed in layered infernal neon. Sky barges drifted between obsidian spires. Contract sigils flickered across skyscraper facades like stock tickers for souls.

Zavros finally exhaled. "Lux... you mean..."

Lux didn’t look away from the screens. "I gave my all to the Hell economy."

His fingers flicked, and one of the holograms shifted into a long-term fiscal impact projection.

"Celestial knows. Hell knows. I stabilized post-war liquidity. I rebuilt cross-realm trade lanes. I renegotiated Pride tariffs. I absorbed Wrath’s volatility spikes."

Zavros slowly pushed himself up from the couch, eye patch sliding down to his neck. "And your point?"

Lux leaned back slightly.

"My dead footage."

The words were calm.

Flat.

"If the King killed me."

Zavros’ jaw tightened.

"Lux."

"Let me finish."

Lux rotated the projection. A cascade of red simulation branches appeared.

"The others will think twice before working like me."

He tapped a branch.

"They’ll know giving everything doesn’t guarantee protection."

Another branch flared crimson.

"Mid-tier demon executives panic. Investment pullback. Liquidity freeze."

Another.

"Celestial demands explanation. They terminate bilateral contracts."

Another.

"Wrath opportunists escalate. Pride isolates. Lust withdraws."

He smiled faintly.

"Hell spirals."

Zavros felt something cold slide down his spine.

"Revolution," Lux said casually. "Not immediate. But seeded."

The word hung in the air.

The skyline beyond the window looked suddenly fragile.

Lux’s lips curved slowly. "No one could take what I have built."

It wasn’t arrogance.

It was accounting.

Zavros looked at him like he was seeing a sharper version of himself.

Sharper.

Colder.

Crueler.

And terrifyingly rational.

"You’re my son," Zavros muttered quietly.

Lux smirked faintly.

"Unfortunately."

Zavros almost laughed.

Almost.

The tension in the room eased by a fraction.

Lux flicked his wrist and the holographic screens collapsed one by one, dissolving into golden particles.

The office lighting shifted back to ambient glow.

He stood up from the chair.

"Anyway."

Zavros blinked.

"That’s your conclusion."

Lux stretched slightly, rolling his shoulders. "I’m done here."

"You just declared potential infernal destabilization."

Lux grabbed his jacket from the side and smiled. "And I planned countermeasures."

Zavros stared at him. "You’re insane."

Lux adjusted his cuffs. "I’m bored."

Zavros rubbed his face. "You are not bored."

Lux glanced at him sideways. "I have a gala in the mortal realm."

Zavros paused.

"...What."

Lux walked around the desk casually. "High society event. Mermaid Class."

Zavros blinked twice. "You almost got vaporized today."

"Yes."

"And your next move is... champagne?"

Lux smirked. "I like diversification."

Lux stopped near the vault access console.

"Oh and..."

Zavros looked wary.

"I need to f*ck around more."

Zavros choked.

"What?!"

Lux tapped the vault authorization panel. "Statistically speaking."

"Do not bring statistics into this."

"I need heirs."

Zavros went completely still.

"...Excuse me."

Lux shrugged lightly. "If I die, succession planning matters."

Zavros stared in disbelief. "You are not making heirs as a hedge fund strategy."

Lux tilted his head. "Why not?"

"That is not how family planning works."

Lux gave him a flat look. "You disappeared for two centuries for it."

"That was romantic."

"It was irresponsible."

Zavros pointed at him. "Do not emotionally blackmail me with accounting logic."

Lux’s smirk widened slightly. "I’m just optimizing."

"For what."

"Continuity."

Zavros dragged a hand down his face. "You are terrifying."

Lux pressed his palm against the vault scanner.

Triple biometric authentication flared.

Gold runes activated along the floor.

Deep beneath the tower, the Greed Vault responded.

Zavros watched the sequence begin.

"You’re really taking the Eye."

"Yes. C’mon!"

The vault chamber doors began to unlock with a deep metallic hum.

Zavros glanced at the descending access lift.

"You really believe this won’t escalate."

Lux’s expression softened slightly.

"It already escalated."

Zavros looked at him carefully.

"Then why are you smiling."

Lux adjusted his tie.

"Because I’m still here."

The lift doors opened with a low hiss.

Golden light spilled out from the vault corridor below.

Lux stepped toward it.

"Let’s get the artifact."

Zavros followed, still shaken.

"You scare me."

Lux glanced back over his shoulder.

"You raised me."

Zavros sighed.

"That might be my greatest mistake."

Lux’s smile widened.

"Or your best investment."