[{"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-2":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},1690892,2159,"Chapter 2: What is he paying for?","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>\"Myles! I love you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the dramatic kind. Not the kind in novels where hearts pound and time stretches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply infinitely awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I succeeded! Wait, where’s that screen?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help but look around frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few students snorted. Someone laughed, and some let out a surprised exhale of amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl leaned toward her friend and whispered, \"Is that Blake?\" Another lifted her phone, angling it to capture a clip, the small lens gleaming in the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles did not react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not look up. He did not blink excessively. He did not smirk or twitch a corner of his mouth. He simply finished typing whatever he was typing, his thumb sliding lazily across the screen as though Blake’s words had been nothing more than a mosquito buzzing nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Ah, right, him...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s heart slammed against his ribs like someone had just died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Why isn’t he reacting?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were a normal confession, there would be rejection, mockery, or confusion. A sharp word, an elbow jab, a laugh echoing for weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This felt like being completely non-existent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I knew he was cold in the books. That he wasn’t searching for love or anything, but this is impressive.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus stop returned to life in slow motion. Conversations picked back up. Someone shoved past him, muttering an apology Blake couldn’t even process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles briefly looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no anger. No embarrassment. No curiosity. Nothing behind those eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfectly normal teenage expression, like the world had not shifted violently around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry,\" Myles said mildly, as if Blake had bumped into him by accident. His voice was calm. Polite. Average. \"Do I know you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I mean, he at least decided to acknowledge me... but, all things considered, it doesn’t look like he’s interested in me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s throat went dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"N-No, I just—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ gaze flickered down, briefly scanning Blake’s rumpled uniform, then back up. Quick. Assessing. Disinterested. Still ordinary. Still harmless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then maybe you’re mistaken.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped aside as the bus arrived, letting others board first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake felt a coldness spread through him, starting in his chest and radiating outward until his hands were clammy and his knees weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Dear Host, congratulations. First mission completed. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system window blinked to life in front of his face. He jumped, nearly dropping his bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’God, why is this thing popping up now? I almost thought my time was already up!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It didn’t move? Like, at all?!\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Confession registered. Emotional response: None. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at Myles’ back as he boarded the bus, his heart hammering in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’None?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even qualify as a variable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This is going to be a short life. Ah, wait, I have to get on that bus!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus doors were about to close when Blake lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped through the doors at the last second, shoving past a pair of laughing students and earning a sharp glare from the driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You paying or sightseeing?\" the driver barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake swiped the card he’d found in his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Insufficient funds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No way, why doesn’t he have any money!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, someone clicked their tongue impatiently. He felt the weight of eyes on him, subtle yet piercing, a reminder that the world was still moving while he hovered in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles was two rows ahead. Perfectly straight posture. Hands in pockets. Earphones in. Looking out the window with the same calm detachment as every other student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake felt sweat gather at the small of his back. His hands shook slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve got money or not?\" the driver snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake tried again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Insufficient funds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Charge it to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles stepped forward casually, pulling out his own card. His movements were unhurried. Ordinary and human. Nothing like the evil manipulator Blake had read about in the forums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machine beeped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Approved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver waved Blake through. \"Sit down next time before holding up the line.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake turned stiffly. \"...Why?\" he blurted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles tilted his head slightly. \"Why what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did you pay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could someone who acts so polite be a villain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You looked like you were going to cry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s ears burned. His throat tightened. \"I’m not—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s fine,\" Myles interrupted gently. \"Just sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he walked to the back of the bus and sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no lingering eye contact. No interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This guy is definitely crazy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stood frozen for a long moment before slowly sliding into a seat two rows ahead. His heart refused to calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He shouldn’t have helped me, technically. Myles Cortez does not help people. He manipulates them. Uses them. Disposes of them.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what worried him the most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if he decided later that this was inconvenient?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Blake himself was inconvenient? He did draw attention to him, a guy who wants to look as ordinary as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just now, he had acted like the most normal boy in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Unlocked: Roulette. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen flickered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ First Mission Reward Available. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glowing wheel materialized beside the floating avatar of Spoon. Blake pressed it with a hesitant finger. The wheel spun, stopping abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Fear Is For The Unloved! (D) ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What kind of name is that...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Effect: Moderate resistance to psychological fear. Automatically activates when panic exceeds threshold. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake let out a shaky sigh. ’Too late, crazy bastard.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Dear Host, fear levels decreasing. Skill partially activated. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing began to stabilize. A little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the aisle, Myles shifted slightly in his seat. Blake’s eyes drifted toward him involuntarily, drawn like a magnet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ gaze met his reflection in the bus window. Not directly. Through the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Fuck!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I mean, that means he isn’t completely uninterested in me, at least?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it wasn’t exactly a good sign. But at this point, he had to turn negative attention into positive attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus continued forward, the hum of the engine and soft chatter filling the space, but Blake felt like he was moving underwater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Main Objective Assigned. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ No Love, No Life ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Save the world from Myles Cortez by seducing him. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Current Favorability: -10 ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Time Remaining: 365 Days ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Penalty: ??? ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s blood ran cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One year...\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One year to make the future destroyer of the world fall in love with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One year to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One year before death, or whatever the penalty was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus slowed. Students began standing, adjusting backpacks and talking over each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles removed his earphones. As he passed Blake’s seat, he paused. Just for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You said you love me, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s entire body went rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ tone was freezing cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t bring himself to raise his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should be more careful with words like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned slightly closer, close enough for Blake to feel the faint warmth of his presence, yet not enough for anyone else to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"People might misunderstand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stepped off the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving Blake frozen in his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Warning. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Favorability Fluctuation Detected. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at the screen. \"...What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Just why? Why did it decrease?! I mean, I do know why, but this is absurd. If I’m not guaranteed a higher favorability level whenever I complete a mission, then how am I supposed to seduce him?!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Blake got off the bus, he couldn’t see Myles anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already blended in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Why was his favorability level -10 to begin with? Did he know the original Blake or something?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was unlikely, considering Myles was a stereotypical villain with zero friends. But still, he really did act like a normal person, so who knows if Blake did something to piss him off?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ New mission: Stare at Myles Cortez for 1 hour ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Current favorability: -11 ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Time limit: 1 day ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Penalty: ??? ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Reward: Skill from spinning wheel. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Just how many missions do I have a day!!!’\u003C\u002Fp>",1360,"2026-06-06T13:58:10.266Z",1,"novelbin.me","15ea774ebd7b5a4859dfd8cc2a94de8b1cfb884c6d5e7ea3f5a523f50c4161a9","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-3","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-1",121,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsystem-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-cover.jpg"]