Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 628: Panic for No Reason

Chapter 628 – Panic for No Reason

Lux didn’t slow down.

"Consider it proof. I wasn’t bluffing. I was on vacation. And from the looks of it..." He adjusted the collar, letting one of the more vivid crimson kiss marks peek out. "...a pretty good one."

The aide’s mouth opened. Then shut. Then opened again. "But the ...um— the optics. Some of the cameras are high-focus. They might—"

"Good," Lux cut in. "Let them zoom. Let the whole damn realm see what a rested executive looks like."

He paused just outside the door, hand on the biometric pad. "Count this as my recovery outfit."

The aide looked like she might faint.

The door slid open.

Conference Room A was sleek, cold, and humming with power.

Glass panels lined the back wall, overlooking the Infernal Exchange down below, a churning lavaflow of magic data, contract seals, and demonic economic charts. The table was obsidian. The chairs were ergonomic spellsteel.

And the cameras?

They were everywhere.

Dozens of enchanted devices floated midair, adjusting angles, feeding directly into the inter-realm live network.

The screens were already lit.

Three dozen displays, each tuned into different sectors. Infernal Banks. Demonic Warlord Alliances. High guilds. Trade syndicates. Celestial exchange partners. Media channels. Independent viewers.

They were all waiting.

Some were muted, some already whispering. Some analyzing.

Lux walked in without hesitation.

"Begin."

[Press Sync 100%]

[Broadcasting Live in 00:00:09]

[Public Presence Mode – Activated]

He sat down. The leather seat welcomed him like a throne.

No one said anything. Not the staff behind the cameras. Not the tech demons monitoring signal flow.

Because Lux Vaelthorn didn’t need a countdown.

The second the light blinked green, he looked straight at the central lens and said...

"Hello, Hell."

His voice didn’t echo. Didn’t need to. The mic embedded in the table picked it up, filtered it through three layers of enhancement, and pushed it straight into every living screen across the realm.

That one sentence was enough to make the charts start going up.

"I know you’ve been waiting," he said calmly, folding his hands on the desk. "So let me get straight to it. I’m not dead."

The silence was instant.

Then...

A few gasps. A cough. One nervous chuckle in the background of the Warlord Network Channel.

"I know the rumors," Lux continued, eyes half-lidded, posture relaxed like he had all the time in the world. "That the Prince of Greed had vanished. That the Tower’s emergency mode triggered. That the market trembled. And yes, one of our core greed pulses did drop."

He paused, letting the weight settle.

"But let me assure you..." He smiled, just slightly, "It was not a royal casualty. It was a system anomaly caused by an ancient artifact stored beneath the Vault. A containment error. One of our older greed conduits failed. The pulse dimmed. The energy flared. And our sensors misread it as a royal death signature."

He held the camera’s gaze.

"It wasn’t."

Across the screens, reactions began to bubble.

Warlord Greltok from the Crimson Chain growled, "So it wasn’t sabotage?"

The Sloth Region’s trade officer yawned and muttered, "That’s what I said. Panic for no reason."

The Lust Syndicate’s PR rep gasped, "But... he looks like he was just fucked into a coma—"

"Not your business, Gina," someone else snapped.

Lux let it play out. Didn’t interrupt. Just sat back, exuding that exact blend of "unbothered" and "all-powerful" that made investors either swoon or sell their souls.

He lifted a hand. The room went quiet again.

"I understand the concern," he said smoothly. "The drop caused a ripple. Investors pulled. Contracts jittered. Vaults experienced momentary flux. But as of this moment—"

He tapped a button on the table.

[Market Recalibration Protocol Activated]

[Soul Liquidity Report Displayed]

Charts flared up behind him. Glowing lines. Rebounding rates. Reassurance made visual.

"All core Greed functions are online. The Vault is secured. No breaches occurred. No contracts were lost. And every celestial agreement signed pre-disappearance remains in effect." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The Celestial Diplomacy Channel blinked twice in relief. One of the angels exhaled visibly.

"The only thing that did disappear," Lux added with a smirk, "was me. On a personal retreat. Full rest. Full indulgence. I took time off. I didn’t die."

A Hell market analyst typed furiously on-screen.

"CFO USES SEXUAL RECESS TO REBALANCE DEMONIC LIQUIDITY – SEE HOW"

Lux’s smirk twitched higher.

"I trust this clears any remaining confusion. If you’re wondering why I look like I just stepped out of a Lustline orgy... well. That’s because I did."

Dead silence.

Then...

The Infernal Trader Channel exploded. Cheers. Laughs. Someone screamed "I KNEW HE WAS TOO HOT TO DIE!"

Warlord Greltok sighed. "Cockroach. Always survives."

Someone from the Greed Banking Core whispered, "Thank. All. The damned flames. The market was eating itself."

Lux nodded once. "You’re welcome."

He leaned back in his chair, lazy. Confident. His eyes gleamed.

"I’ll be sending out a formal stabilization report within the hour," he said smoothly. "But honestly? You might not even need it."

He tapped the table again. Several graphs flared to life in midair behind him, sleek, glowing, animated in real-time.

[Display – Infernal Sector Index + Soul Bond Markets + HellCoin Crypto Average]

The lines on the charts were climbing.

Not slowly.

Rapidly.

A green surge. Upward momentum. The kind of spike that only happened during a historic deal, a major demon merger, or a god-tier economic miracle.

Lux didn’t even need to say anything.

A hum of disbelief, then awe, rippled across the conference screens.

One of the Sloth brokers muttered, "That’s illegal levels of charisma..."

The Warlord rep scoffed. "Tch. Bastard didn’t even do anything yet."

"Oh, I did," Lux said with a smirk, locking eyes with the nearest camera. "I lived. I came back. And the market responded."

He let the silence stretch a beat longer, then ended with a signature Lux Vaelthorn close:

"Greed doesn’t just survive. It rises. Naturally."

He let the words settle.

Then tapped the table again.

[Press Sync – Terminating in 00:00:10]

"Oh... and one last thing," Lux added. "To the people who started my death rumors. I know who you are."

He smiled. Sweet. Icy.

"Keep your doors locked. Just a suggestion."

The feed cut.

The room exhaled.

Staff froze. Cameras powered down. Screens went black.

And Lux?

Lux stood slowly.

No rush. No panic.

[Reputation Shift – Market Confidence Restored]

[Greed Sector – Stabilized.]