Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 156: Unregistered

Chapter 156 – Unregistered

Lux barely saw the shift. Just a blur of ember-lined motion as the man reappeared behind him—really behind him, not the shadow husk. This time his footstep landed with weight. Real presence. Real mass. The dagger in Lux’s left hand caught the blow mid-spin, scraping against a weapon so jagged it looked carved from a collapsed star.

The shockwave burst outward in a ring of cracked pavement and dislodged city dust. Neon lights flickered. Somewhere down the block, a car alarm started screaming.

Lux exhaled and stepped into the clash, his boot sliding forward as he twisted, slamming Devorare toward the man’s ribs. But the bastard was fast. Not teleporting. Just faster. The blade grazed nothing.

Movement on the right.

The woman blurred in with a sweep of fire-soaked claws. No blade. Just elongated fingers crackling with chaotic red-white magic—like holy fire had decided to betray its owner.

Lux flipped backward, wings flaring wide.

The moment he landed, he snapped his wrist.

"Demonic Orbs."

The street dimmed.

From the shadows behind his back, fifty floating spheres of midnight energy blinked into existence—each pulsing with debt-bound curses, volatile chaos, or minor explosive charges. The air cracked. The orbs whirled around him like a mad halo—erratic, deadly, barely-contained will.

"System," Lux said under his breath. "Full list of their skills. Now." He didn’t understand why the system didn’t give him after he ordered it the first time.

[Processing...]

He waited. Kept dodging.

[Request denied.]

"...What?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

[No skill registry found. No soul signature available.]

[No official record under the Hell’s Treaty of Demonic Descent or the Astral Nexus Accord.]

[Possibility 1: Subjects are part of the illegal underground. Unregistered rogue-class demons.]

[Possibility 2: Subjects have erased their existence manually. Typically done by assassins.]

Lux blocked another claw, this time catching her wrist between both daggers and flipping her sideways into a parked motorcycle. The vehicle exploded on contact. A hiss of fuel. Glass everywhere.

She walked out of it like smoke.

"...Of course," he muttered. "Assassins."

Lux let out a low whistle in response.

Corvus paused mid-flight, then flapped once hard—his body dissolving into strands of shadow that stitched into the clouds like black webbing. A moment later...

[Spy Protocol Engaged.]

[Corvus has initiated Aerial Surveillance.]

[Bird’s Eye Visuals Incoming.]

Lux blinked once as his vision doubled—an overlay forming just above his normal sight. The battlefield unfolded from above.

Rooftops, streets, alleyways, motion trails from the two demons.

And then—just beyond the veil—two still figures. Hidden behind mana-fog.

[Confirmed: Primary bodies located.]

[Projected range: 160 meters. East. Rooftop of Sovereign Grand’s annex building.]

Lux grinned. "There you are."

The man lunged again.

This time Lux didn’t block.

He teleported.

A pulse of heat and static cracked the space he vanished from. Lux reappeared behind the man mid-strike, twin daggers already in motion. One slashed low—a feint. The other came down with blinding precision toward the spine.

Sparks flew.

The man turned just in time—barely.

"Sloppy," Lux muttered.

The woman charged again—her claws glowing white-blue, vibrating with divine-discord energy like corrupted hymns turned into weapons.

Lux shifted, wings half-flared in reflex. A mistake.

Her angle changed at the last second—clever, fast—and her claws grazed his side. Just barely. Enough to scratch the obsidian sheen of his armor. The impact skidded across him like nails on a polished piano lid.

No penetration. No dent. But enough for insult.

Lux tsked, unimpressed. The sting lingered like a papercut delivered with ego.

[Damage: Superficial. Armor Integrity 97%. No internal damage. Calm yourself.]

[Although if I may, perhaps fewer wing flourishes and more stabbing.]

Lux rolled his eyes. "You are ruining my style."

He stepped forward with zero hesitation, zero fear—daggers spinning in a whirlwind. As the woman rebalanced, he jammed his palm straight into her gut. One of his orbs flared and launched point-blank.

It didn’t explode conventionally.

It compressed.

The air around them pulled inward like reality itself was holding its breath. Then it popped—not with fire, but with raw vacuum force that shattered the sidewalk and folded a nearby stop sign like origami.

The woman’s body whipped through the air, flailing like a broken puppet, before flipping once and smashing through a second-story window in a shower of glass.

Lux didn’t even watch her land.

Because the man came next.

Straight at him. Blades crossed. No warning. Just sharp, heavy momentum and a look that screamed ’let’s see what bleeds.’

Lux didn’t flinch.

He ducked smoothly and slammed his elbow up into the man’s chest—solid contact. The crack that followed wasn’t bone—it was the sound of enchanted plating bending, strained under direct infernal force.

The man grabbed Lux’s arm, trying to twist and slam him—but Lux had already predicted it.

Instead of getting thrown, he twisted mid-air, hooked a foot around the man’s ankle, and sent both of them crashing into the ground in a tangle of limb and dagger and heat.

Lux hit the pavement—but not like a victim. He used the impact, rebounding with a growl and slashing diagonally upward with both blades. The man barely avoided having his face sheared off.

[Would you like to activate Hellfire Rain, or shall we keep flirting with danger?]

Lux wiped dust from his cheek with the back of his hand, grinning. "Not yet."

He ducked, rolled to the side, summoned two orbs. They hovered, gleaming faintly like overcharged hummingbirds.

"Go."

They launched.

One trailing electric mana, the other trailing something colder—a debt-cursed mist that shimmered like regret.

The first orb hit the man square in the jaw. The crackle of impact lit up the alley like thunder had taken a side.

The second orb curved—bounced off a dented trash bin, and struck the woman mid-air as she attempted to sneak back in with a teleport feint.

Both froze. Staggered. Stunned just enough.

Lux flared his wings and launched into the air with a gust that shook dust loose from every windowsill nearby. His armor shimmered—dark gold lines pulsing beneath the black infernal plating. Arcane runes flickered across the asphalt below, reacting to his presence.

This wasn’t combat anymore.

This was a hunt.