Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 738: Dominion Field

Chapter 738 – Dominion Field

That alone made his lips twitch.

Then...

[Artifact Identified]

[Name: Sovereign Event Horizon Ring]

[Class: Forbidden Spatial Dominion Relic]

[Grade: Pre-Sin Era Artifact]

[Description: A ring forged before the formalization of the Seven Sin Realm. Manipulates localized spatial law fields around the user. Generates a private dominion zone where time, distance, pressure, and authority can be altered relative to external reality. Not identical to Limbo. Does not displace the user into an alternate layer. Instead, bends existing reality into a temporary sovereign pocket.]

[Warning: Extended use destabilizes surrounding dimension.]

[Warning: Classified Illegal in all major Realms.]

[Compatibility: 87% – Greed Royal Lineage]

[Compatibility: 92% – Infernal Sovereign Trait]

Lux blinked once.

Then again.

"Wait."

He leaned slightly closer to the casing.

"This thing is OP."

Zavros frowned. "What."

Lux looked at him slowly.

"Field manipulation. Reality bending. Not displacement like Limbo. It overrides local law instead of escaping it."

Zavros’s face hardened.

"That artifact is illegal."

Lux gave him a flat stare.

"So is Limbo."

Zavros did not react.

Lux held his gaze.

"I’ve entered Limbo three times already."

Silence.

"Twice in Celestial territory."

Zavros’s eyebrow twitched.

"...That is not the flex you think it is."

Lux shrugged lightly. "It worked."

Zavros stepped closer to the casing. "That ring predates structured authority. It does not ask permission from realm laws. It asserts its own."

Lux’s eyes sharpened.

"So it creates a controlled battlefield."

"Yes."

"And if I’m about to be skewered again by divine weaponry..."

Zavros sighed.

Lux’s smirk widened slowly.

"I claim this."

Zavros stared at him.

"Seriously."

"Yeah."

Lux looked back at the ring.

"I want to make my death leverage. Doesn’t mean I actually want to die. Duh."

There was something sharp under that tone.

Something very real.

Lux bit his thumb without hesitation.

The metallic scent of infernal blood filled the air instantly. It was rich. Dense. Greed royal lineage carried weight. It wasn’t just blood. It was capital.

He extended his hand toward the cracked casing.

The crystal fractured instantly as if it had been waiting.

The ring lifted.

For a second, gravity itself seemed confused.

The air around them warped faintly. The floor shimmered like heat over asphalt.

Zavros stiffened. "Lux."

The ring hovered midair, spinning slowly.

Lux extended his bloodied hand fully.

"Come."

The ring snapped to him.

No resistance.

It slid onto his finger like it belonged there.

The vault pressure shifted.

A low, quiet pulse rippled outward.

The shelves vibrated lightly.

[Artifact Claimed]

[Sovereign Event Horizon Ring bound to: Lux Vaelthorn]

[Dominion Field Access Unlocked]

[Warning: User Responsibility Increased]

Lux exhaled slowly.

He could feel it.

Not power like brute force.

Not raw aura.

This was control.

Like standing at the center of a board and realizing the squares answered to you.

He flexed his fingers slightly.

The air around his hand compressed for a split second. Sound dulled. Then snapped back.

Zavros stared at him, conflicted between horror and reluctant admiration.

"You are impossible."

Lux smirked.

"I am prepared."

"You are reckless."

"I am overqualified."

Zavros rubbed his temple.

"You are not collecting artifacts like action figures."

Lux turned and began walking deeper into the vault.

"Why not?"

"This is not a toy store."

Lux glanced back over his shoulder.

"I’m an overworked kid."

Zavros almost choked.

"You are a two-century-old CFO."

"Same thing."

They walked past more containment racks.

Blades this time.

Daggers.

Short swords.

Some were rusted almost black. Some had broken tips. Some were sealed in faintly glowing barriers.

Lux slowed.

Then stepped backward.

He tilted his head.

"Oh."

Zavros noticed instantly. "No."

Lux walked closer.

The blades were indeed rusted. Old. Neglected.

But the air around them...

Felt hungry.

The faint metallic scent was stronger here.

Lux crouched slightly.

"They’re not rusted."

Zavros stared at him like he had lost sanity.

"They are corroded."

"Nope."

Lux extended his perception slightly.

The Sovereign Event Horizon Ring pulsed faintly, reacting to his curiosity.

The air bent subtly around him for half a second.

The rust shimmered.

For a brief flicker, it looked like dried residue.

Not decay.

Starvation.

"They’re hungry," Lux murmured.

Zavros sighed loudly. "Of course they are."

"It’s been a long time since they consumed power."

Zavros almost facepalmed. "You are not adopting cursed weapons."

Lux turned his head slightly. "Why not?"

"Because this is not a child’s market."

Lux looked back at the blades with interest.

"I said. I’m an overworked kid."

His tone was light but his eyes were sharp.

He extended a finger toward one of the daggers.

The rusted surface vibrated faintly.

[Artifact Detected: Blood Hunger Dagger]

[Class: Absorption Weapon – Dormant]

[Status: Energy Starved]

[Effect: Consumes hostile aura, converts to blade sharpness and durability. Prolonged starvation induces decay camouflage.]

Lux’s smile grew. "These are sustainable."

Zavros blinked. "Sustainable?"

"Self-funding."

Zavros stared. "You are evaluating cursed relics like dividend stocks."

Lux shrugged lightly. "If I’m going to fight beings that bend reality, I might as well bring hungry tools."

He straightened. "I won’t take all of them."

Zavros narrowed his eyes. "That sentence implies you are taking at least one."

Lux looked innocent.

"Diversification."

Zavros muttered something unholy under his breath.

Lux reached toward the daggers.

It trembled before he even touched it.

He sliced his thumb lightly again.

A single drop of blood fell onto the blade.

The rust hissed.

It evaporated.

The metal beneath gleamed dark crimson.

The daggers let out a faint metallic hum that sounded disturbingly satisfied.

The sound was not loud.

It was intimate.

Like a predator stretching after a long sleep.

Zavros exhaled slowly through his nose. "You fed it."

Lux shrugged. "It was starving."

The air shifted.

Not subtly.

The Sovereign Event Horizon Ring on Lux’s finger flared faintly gold. The Blood Hunger Daggers vibrated in response. Then...

The wind inside the vault whipped outward.

Shelves rattled.

Containment spheres hummed in protest.

Zavros’s coat snapped behind him as if a storm had ignited indoors.

"This is why we do not—" Zavros started.

Lux grinned.

"I will give you friends."