Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 114 – Divine Wrath

[Search Complete.]

[Result: 1 Hidden Entity Detected – Range: 35m]

[Status: Dormant -> Observing]

[Estimated Threat Level: High – Divine Anomaly]

[Warning: Possible Intelligence & Emotional Sentience Detected]

Lux exhaled slowly through his nose.

There it was.

Watching them.

Waiting.

And most likely?

The centaur had been a test.

Not a soldier.

Not a boss.

A gauge.

That thing wanted to see how Lux would react, tasting his power.

And Lux?

Lux had just let his horny spider minion take care of it.

So, of course, it didn’t get what it wanted.

Lux slowly straightened.

He didn’t step out. Not yet.

Selena was still locked in the argument.

”I’d rather walk beside a demon who bled for strangers,” she said fiercely, ”than serve a false prophet who hides behind echo avatars and cheap threats.”

The voices hissed.

”Then you’ll fall beside him. And your soul will be erased.”

Selena actually laughed.

”Try it. My blade’s already bored.”

Lux stepped into the light again. Calm. Still smiling. That lazy, dangerous grin that always looked like it belonged on the cover of a hellish Foorbes magazine.

”Okay,” he said, voice casual, ”time out.”

Selena blinked and turned.

The voice paused.

Lux looked toward the corner where the detection pointed. He didn’t need to raise his hand. He just looked.

And whispered, ”I see you.”

The room... shivered.

Not physically. Not even magically.

It just knew something had been acknowledged.

[Warning: Presence Reacting]

[Initiating Manifestation...]

[Sanctified Lock Disengaged – Permission Level: ???]

From the far corner of the chamber, the shadows didn’t move.

They peeled.

Like wet paper being torn from the inside out.

A figure stepped through.

No, not stepped—unfolded. Tall. Too tall. Wings of light and static. A humanoid frame wrapped in holy armor that pulsed with black veins. A halo flickered above its head like a glitching lightbulb. Its face? Smooth. No features. Just light under a cracked porcelain mask.

It didn’t speak.

It radiated.

Hatred.

Divine.

Pure.

Cold.

And personal.

Lux’s system chimed again.

[New Threat Identified: Archwitness Azion – Fallen Arbiter of Purity]

[Class: Holy-Purging Executioner]

[Affinity: Divine Wrath / Celestial Cleansing]

[Threat Level: Cataclysmic]

Selena’s eyes widened.

Lux didn’t flinch.

Instead, he smiled wider. ”Well... finally someone who might be worth summoning popcorn for.”

The figure tilted its head.

Then—

”You are corruption incarnate.”

Lux tilted his head to match it. ”And you’re wearing last era’s war-mask. So what now? Exorcism? Judgment beam? Divine PowerPoint presentation?”

The silence that followed was too quiet. The kind of quiet that bent the air, heavy and suffocating.

Selena stepped beside him, her sword shimmering with blue fire, the divine resonance in its core humming like a holy warning siren. ”Lux—”

He raised a hand without looking. ”I know.”

His eyes never left the creature.

”Let’s test the theory,” he whispered, lips curling. ”Let’s see if they still think I’m just charming.”

[Summoning: Twin blades ]

Dark light spiraled up Lux’s arms like coiling smoke. With a flick of his wrists, two curved blades shimmered into existence—one a sleek obsidian blade etched with infernal runes, the other gleaming with gold lines like veins of stolen treasure. Each pulsed with hunger.

Azion didn’t move. But the space around him cracked. Reality itself seemed to hiss in protest.

And then—he was gone.

No sound. No flash. Just—gone.

Lux instinctively crossed his blades and leaned back as a jagged column of light slammed into the marble floor where he had stood just a breath ago. The force of the impact erupted outward, sending a shockwave across the entire chamber. Glowing cracks spread underfoot, forming holy runes that burned like brands.

”Fast,” Lux muttered. He didn’t sound worried. He sounded interested.

Azion appeared again behind them, hand outstretched, hurling a spear made entirely of condensed divine judgment.

Selena reacted instantly, spinning into the blast and slicing it mid-air with her blue-flamed sword. The explosion curved around her, flame and light licking the walls like divine wildfire.

Lux dashed forward, blades arcing in a wide X. Azion didn’t block. He simply moved, phasing through the strike like light sliding around a corner. He reappeared directly above Lux and brought down a radiant cleaver of compressed wrath.

Lux grinned and vanished in a blink.

’Shadow Step.’

He rematerialized beside Selena just as Azion unleashed another barrage—this time an array of halo-shaped discs that spun like chakrams.

Selena deflected two. Lux weaved between three. One clipped his shoulder—burning through the edge of his armour, leaving behind a crackling gold scorch mark. Lux glanced down at it.

”...Rude.”

They regrouped at the far side of the chamber, backs together. Their breathing calm, even. Professional.

”He’s not going easy,” Selena muttered, eyes tracking Azion’s next move.

Lux smirked. ”Good. I’m tired of easy.”

Azion raised one hand.

The entire floor lit up.

A radiant glyph—layered and ancient—blossomed beneath Selena’s feet.

”Lux—!”

He spun toward her, but it was too late. The light spiked upward like divine chains, wrapping around her legs and wrists, locking her in place.

”No!” Selena shouted, struggling as the glyph pulsed brighter.

[Seal Engaged – Forced Displacement in Progress]

[Target: Angel-Class Combatant – Selena]

[Result: Success – Expulsion from Limbo]

The light shot upward, enveloping her completely.

And then—she was gone.

No explosion.

No scream.

Just a blink.

Like she’d never been there.

The echo of her last shout still lingered in the cold.

Lux stood there for a moment, staring at the empty spot.

”...Huh.”

Azion floated back down from above, wings unfurling wider now. The porcelain mask flickered with unstable holy code, pieces of it fracturing with soft, digital pings. His voice cut through the air like glass.

”Now... only you and me.”

Lux looked up at him.

Then shrugged, sheathing one blade and twirling the other with ease.

”Good,” he said.

A grin crept across his face again, sharp and cocky.

”’Cause I hate looking awful in front of girls.”

He spun the blade in his hand once more, catching it in a backward grip. Shadows coiled at his feet like vipers ready to strike.

”I can be a real mess when I’m trying to impress.”

Azion launched again—

And the real fight began.