[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl":3,"chapter-system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-11":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1690901,2159,"Chapter 11: What is pouring?","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>Ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The hell...\" Blake groaned, rolling onto his side and blindly swiping at the air as if he could physically smack the sound away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The translucent interface didn’t budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Reward: Skill from the Spinning Wheel ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squinted at it through half-lidded eyes. Pale morning light filtered through his curtains, dust motes drifting lazily in the beam. His alarm hadn’t even gone off yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is the first thing I have to see in the morning you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system did not dignify that with a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, brain slowly booting up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he abruptly sat up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh? A reward? But you didn’t say—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Since you completed such a difficult mission, we decided to give you a reward, Dear Host. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally! It’s been so long since you gave me a reward! Ungrateful bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ ... ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his legs off the bed and stood, stretching until his back popped. He felt lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He padded over to his desk and tapped the black circle floating in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interface expanded, forming a glowing wheel divided into colored segments that spun faster and faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake held his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, give me something broken. Something OP that makes the mission easier. I deserve it after that suicidal apology!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wheel slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ I’ll Sneak For My Lover! (B) ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Woah. Finally. That’s not such a low grade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His only two skills were depressing C’s and D’s, a B felt like a promotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Effect: Enhances speed, agility and, most importantly, allows you to become undetectable. Activates by command. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"? What is this? Why a physical skill?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Ah, whatever. I don’t have the time to think about something like that.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed his uniform from the back of his chair and began dressing. His reflection in the mirror looked less tragic than yesterday, still faintly puffy around the eyes, but alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Undetectable, huh...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran a hand through his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Right... now that I think about it, Myles should have spies around. Probably it’s because of that.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because someone like Myles didn’t move through the world alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake paused mid-button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone like Myles destroyed buildings on the other side of the country and came home past eleven like it was a late shift at a convenience store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" he muttered. \"Definitely spies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stomach growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He headed to the kitchen and poured cereal into a bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he ate, he tested the skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll sneak for my lover.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t flashy or anything, but his body felt lighter. Quieter. The hum of the refrigerator seemed louder than his own presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped in front of the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Dear Host, undetectable does not mean invisible. It suppresses presence. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Then it’s basically useless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deactivated it with another thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subtle tension in the air returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake shoveled the last of his cereal into his mouth and checked the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two days of crying, spiraling, and waiting for the system to decide whether he lived or died, he was tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, however, he had a presentation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You couldn’t have rebooted after school?\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ No. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed heavily. \"Of course not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The school gates loomed ahead, loud and unfamiliar as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students clustered in groups. Laughter carried across the courtyard. The winter air bit at his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake adjusted the strap of his bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d faced potential death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A presentation was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Probably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stepped into the classroom, his eyes found Myles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat in his usual spot by the window, posture straight, papers neatly stacked. The morning light caught in his dark hair, giving him an almost unfair glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s face heated. ’You have hugged him. Begged. Confessed. This is nothing.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a second later, he slid into the seat beside him without asking. \"Are you, uh... ready for the presentation?\" Blake asked, holding his breath without realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles looked up. \"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake nodded stiffly. \"Okay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence stretched. ’Why am I being so awkward,’ Blake screamed internally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, their teacher called them up before he could combust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood at the front of the class, presentation slides projected behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Topic: Justice in Modern Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake cleared his throat first. \"Our project focuses on the idea of justice, not just as punishment,\" he began, forcing his voice steady, \"but as balance, restoration and accountability.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This probably won’t convert him but... let’s hope he doesn’t look too disgusted while speaking of justice.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was an useless worry. Myles picked up seamlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Justice is often perceived as retribution,\" Myles said calmly. \"However, modern systems attempt to incorporate rehabilitation. Whether they succeed is another matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake clicked to the next slide. Charts appeared. Crime rates, recidivism statistics, public opinion surveys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’To think his alter ego is also included in these statistics...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He explained their research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles analyzed the ethical implications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved in rhythm, unexpectedly synchronized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they finished, the classroom was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a lazy applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teacher nodded approvingly. \"Very well structured. Excellent teamwork.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teamwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s face almost scrunched up, then, he risked a glance at Myles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles merely adjusted his papers. \"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned to their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake exhaled. \"That went well?\" he said cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve. \"You explained the rehabilitation part really clearly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles tilted his head slightly. \"You organized the data well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Huh, is he complimenting me??’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Well, what do I know about him, anyway.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never read the novel, so he doesn’t know whether Myles has a reason to be evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Who knows, maybe he was born that way. Eh, that doesn’t sound right, of course.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never read the novel, after all, but apparently the final villain was shown less than five times. No backstory. Just destructiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake sighed internally, glancing at the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Mission: Exchange notes with Myles Cortez in class. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Time Limit: 5 hours. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Current Favorability: -5 ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Penalty: Favorability decay. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What the... this is so random. Besides, he’s literally my seatmate, I could just whisper.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, he immediately tore out a piece of paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles didn’t spare him a glance, but of course, Blake knew he noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A realistic, casual question would be...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did you manage to sleep? You got home so late yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles looked down at the note, then up at Blake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You also got home late yesterday. Waiting for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake scratched the back of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you wanna know, then write it down...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles stared at him, his expression flat, almost unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For how long did you wait yesterday?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Notes exchanged. Mission complete. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why? It wasn’t much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I got there around 6 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles stilled, his attention drifting back to the other students’ presentations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final bell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, everything felt normal: chairs scraping, voices rising, bags zipping. Then someone by the window cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since when is it raining like that?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake frowned, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he turned toward the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pouring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheets of water slammed against the windows, the sky a dull gray that didn’t match the bright, sunny afternoon from barely an hour ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Seriously?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out his phone, checking the forecast again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunny all day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake clicked his tongue, irritation bubbling up as he made his way toward the exit with the rest of the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the doors opened, the sound hit harder, rain pounding against pavement, students groaning as they got stuck under the awning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some tried to make a run for it and, of course, most immediately regretted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake shoved his hands into his pockets, already calculating how soaked he’d get if he sprinted home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’There is no point in waiting for it to finish. Maybe if I—’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few steps ahead, standing just outside the entrance, was Myles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding an umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...No way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Don’t tell me he has weather prediction as a power too?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because there was no way this could be possible. No one else had brought an umbrella. Not a single person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, there Myles was, perfectly dry, like this had all been expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake exhaled, already moving toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey Myles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles glanced at him, waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake tilted his head slightly toward the umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mind sharing? We get into the same bus, anyway...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain hammered louder around them. Students rushed past in desperate dashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles looked at him for a second longer than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Get under.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake didn’t need to be told twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped in beside him, close enough that their shoulders brushed, the sound of rain dulling instantly beneath the umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, neither of them spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the umbrella, then at Myles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Guess it can be lucky to have him around, after all.’\u003C\u002Fp>",1536,"2026-06-06T13:58:10.266Z",1,"novelbin.me","12841b042850b46c6a1ff25084cf6ed21dea9fe333ae4afb5e1e2b1092a7efcf","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-12","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-10",121,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsystem-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-cover.jpg"]