Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 541: Old Greed, New Greed [Part 1]

"Yeah," he muttered, breath steady, dodging again. "As I expected."

Because this wasn't just a network.

It wasn't sealed.

Zoltarin could use his power here.

Freely.

His Greed wasn't locked behind divine clauses or infernal sanctions. He wasn't physically trapped in some vault anymore… his consciousness had bled into the foundation of the Old Greed Tower's ghost circuit.

And here?

Here, he was still a lord.

But Lux?

Lux was no different.

Because this wasn't a realm ruled by paperwork and legacy nameplates. This was code. System. Logic. Greed incarnate.

And Lux was Greed's heir.

He stopped dodging.

Stood still.

Zoltarin's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh?" he smirked. "Done running?"

Lux smiled, slow and cold. "I was analyzing."

Then moved.

Not with fists.

With data.

He flicked his fingers and the system reacted. Threads of luminous green code spiraled around him like digital currency trails. Greed-tether sigils wrapped his limbs. His eyes glowed with mana-calibrated calculations. A pulse of contractual energy burst beneath his feet as the system granted him temporary admin rights to the ghost-loop environment.

[Override: TechnoGreed – Tier 3 Access: Granted.]

[Linked Authority Signature: LUX VAELTHORN.]

[User Verified: Current Royal Holder of Central Hell's Economic Seat.]

[Legacy Override: Ignoring Obsolete Signatures.]

Zoltarin snarled. "That tower was mine before you were born."

Lux lifted one hand.

"And now it's mine because you didn't finish the job."

The air pulsed.

The code screamed.

Lux lunged.

But he didn't strike with brute force. He reached out and hacked the air itself. His hand twisted mid-motion, fingers slicing across glowing revenue chains embedded in the space. He grabbed one, thick and pulsing like a liquidity vein, and yanked.

Reality bent.

A burst of artifact shards burst from the side, forming a weapon made of canceled contracts, jagged like broken credit cards fused together. He spun it once, then hurled it toward Zoltarin.

Zoltarin deflected it with a data shield. It cracked. The room warped.

"You're clever," Zoltarin spat, stepping back. "But this place answers to me."

Lux walked forward, calm, glowing trails flickering under his steps.

"Only because I let it," he said.

Then he vanished.

Literally blinked out of phase.

Zoltarin turned, confused, then snarled as Lux reappeared behind him mid-hack, his hand inside the codewall, dragging a corrupted savings link out by the root.

"You buried your soul in the system," Lux said, voice low. "But you forgot something, uncle."

Zoltarin whirled and tried to slam Lux with a chain of cursed receipts. Lux ducked, caught the tail end of the attack, and rerouted it.

"You're not the only one who can program hell."

The ghost-network shuddered.

Old contracts twisted.

Zoltarin roared, eyes glowing with burning mana.

And Lux?

Lux just smiled.

This time, not cold.

Not vicious.

Confident.

Because he saw it now. The whole picture. The brittle cracks in Zoltarin's code. The fear that shaped his architecture. The desperate greed, not the refined kind. The hoarder kind.

Lux whispered, almost like a joke.

"You never evolved, Zoltarin."

And then?

He launched an attack.

[TechnoGreed: Liquidate]

A thousand subroutines detonated at once. The ghost-network warped. The vault of fake projections Zoltarin conjured exploded like inflating credit bubbles hitting truth. Mana burst in inverse colors… data shards flying, logic folding.

Zoltarin screamed, not in pain, but in rage.

"You can't delete me!" he howled. "I'm not a number! I am—"

"A relic," Lux said.

[System: Fraud Detected!].

"Annihilate!"

A giant red "X" shimmered above Zoltarin's form.

He staggered.

Code cracked across his chest.

But he didn't fall.

No, of course not.

He laughed.

"You think this is over?" he hissed, staggering back, leaking static. "You think this is it?"

Lux raised an eyebrow, still crackling with system aura.

Zoltarin grinned.

"I'm not just here. I've already planted anchors. In the mortal realm. In Hell. In your empire."

He raised one hand, blood-coded and flickering.

"Kill this fragment, nephew. But I'm already in your market."

Lux's face didn't change.

But his voice dropped lower.

"You're in mine."

And then he moved.

It wasn't flashy. Just a breath, calm, deliberate, before Lux activated his Battle form.

The space around him cracked.

And then he cracked.

Armor didn't just appear, it erupted. Obsidian black and gold-laced plating surged across his limbs, wrapping like living finance, etched in sin-forged runes. Contract threads snapped into place along his forearms, sealing the suit with Greed's seal of royalty.

Twin daggers sparked into existence.

Zoltarin's eyes flickered. "You're serious."

Lux's gaze didn't waver. "I'm here to kill you."

Zoltarin laughed once. Bitter, rich with disdain. "You think you can?" He raised his arms. The corridors twisted again, and from the burned vaults behind him, constructs began to crawl.

Twisted beasts made of black coins and crushed pearls.

Bodies of corrupted stocks.

Teeth shaped like spiked ledgers.

Eyes made from gemstone contracts with blinking decimal points.

"I've lived here longer than you've lived, nephew." Zoltarin's voice was steady now, booming. "This is my realm."

"Then I'm kicking you out of your lease."

Zoltarin's smile faded.

They moved at the same time.

The impact shook the ghost-network.

Lux's daggers sliced through the first beast, but not clean, its chest exploded into shards of equity-screams that bit into his arms. He ducked low, twisted, and rolled under a snapping chain-beast before launching a dagger upward into its spine.

Zoltarin came from the side. Fast. His arm became a claw of liquid finance, swinging down hard.

Lux blocked, but not in time.

The claw slashed across his side. Not deep, but real. The pain lit up.

And in the real world? On the velvet couch?

His body jolted.

A line of red bled through his shirt.

[Warning: Real body damage detected. Sync ratio: 96%]

[Wound: Lateral torso slash. Not fatal.] 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Lux hissed, but kept going.

He used the pain.

Spun with it.

Dagger reversed in hand, he slashed across Zoltarin's shoulder. Blood didn't spill. Instead, contracts leaked out. Old ones. Fractured. They crumbled midair.

Zoltarin screamed.

"You little sh—"

Lux didn't let him finish.