[{"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-30":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},1690920,2159,"Chapter 30: My honey’s eyes are too wary, it seems","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-30",30,"\u003Cp>School ended later than Blake expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the final bell rang, the classroom had already started buzzing with noise: chairs scraping, students talking, bags zipping shut. Blake stretched in his seat, his back popping slightly as he stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles was already standing beside his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake slung his bag over his shoulder and followed him out of the classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallway was crowded, students moving in every direction. Blake walked beside Myles, glancing around absentmindedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skill was still active.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floating numbers appeared above people’s heads as they passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake sighed quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked outside together, heading toward the bus stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The afternoon air felt cooler now, the sky turning a softer shade as the sun began lowering behind the buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus arrived a few minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They got on and took their usual seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake slid into the window seat again, leaning his head slightly against the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus started moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pedestrians walked along the sidewalks, some carrying groceries, some talking on their phones, some simply heading home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The numbers appeared above their heads too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake didn’t even react this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched a woman pushing a stroller pass by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of middle school students crossing the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly man walking slowly with a cane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake sighed heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Seriously, man, this shit is depressing.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath fogged the window slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed it away with his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles dislikes everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just classmates. Not just teenagers. Literally everyone with no distinction or reccuring pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the elderly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...That’s kind of creepy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not creepy in the sense that he was scared of Myles, but more in the sense that it made him uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something was fundamentally wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who looked at a kid and immediately felt wary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake slowly turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles sat beside him, scrolling through his phone calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was neutral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake studied him quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same person who could rest his hand on Blake’s back so naturally this morning...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was also someone who instinctively disliked literally every human being around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Man.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned his head back against the seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I’ve got my work cut out for me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the bus slowed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake grabbed his bag and stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See you tomorrow,\" he said automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles glanced up from his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Mm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stepped off the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors closed behind him and the bus drove away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood on the sidewalk for a moment, staring after it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he started walking home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind immediately returned to the mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay,\" he muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Think.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to approach this logically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t just randomly shove people toward Myles and hope something worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would probably make things worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to understand the mechanics first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did the system define a friend?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake slowed his pace slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Wait a damn second.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A realization hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped walking entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What favorability level counts as a friend?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been so focused on the numbers themselves that he hadn’t even thought about the threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did it start at zero?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if Myles’ version of friendship required something absurd like fifty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Of course.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another unknown variable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He resumed walking and eventually reached his apartment building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quiet of the apartment welcomed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake dropped his bag near the couch and kicked off his shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spoon,\" he said, walking toward the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have a question.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar window appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Please state your inquiry, Dear Host. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake leaned against the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What favorability level counts as a friend?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system paused for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a new response appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ The meaning of positive favorability ranges will not be disclosed. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Excuse me? Why? It’s merely about favorability level, like, it should be disclosable!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another line appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Myles Cortez possesses a complex perception of interpersonal relationships. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Positive values therefore lack a universally accurate interpretation. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you’re saying...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system ignored that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More text appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ However, the meaning of negative favorability levels is considerably more stable. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chart appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ -100 → -70 : Target will eventually, if not immediately, kill. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Okay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That escalated quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next line appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ -60 → -40 : Target will not hesitate to kill if approached. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s eyebrows lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That’s not any different.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another line appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ -40 → -20 : Point of no return. Once reaching -20, favorability can only decrease further. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice echoed loudly in the apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake nearly knocked over the chair behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-20 is a point of no return?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart jumped into his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you serious?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if that was true, then that meant...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s brain replayed an old memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he failed his first mission, at the very beginning, Myles’ favorability dropped to -15.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake grabbed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was at -15!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paced the kitchen in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That means I was five points away from being permanently doomed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed accusingly at the floating system window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You could’ve warned me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system remained completely calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More text appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ -10 : Extreme wariness. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ -10 → 0 : Suspicion without full hostility. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake slowly stopped pacing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the numbers again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he leaned against the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...So basically.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Myles is extremely wary of everyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought about the people on the bus earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elderly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake rubbed the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That’s kind of insane.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then another thought surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something he had already considered once before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles wasn’t just some quiet, antisocial guy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the ultimate villain, the one who would eventually destroy the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of person probably didn’t wake up one day and randomly decide to hate humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had to be a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something big enough to break someone that badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a few seconds, he shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Nope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the fridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not going down that rabbit hole.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed a container of soup and heated it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five minutes later, he sat at the table eating quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Focus on the mission,\" he told himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Friends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake opened his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If Myles won’t naturally interact with people...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Blake would have to introduce them himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened a search page and started typing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Potential friend candidates...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then laughed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like it’s a job interview.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he started browsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students from nearby schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clubs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Communities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Online profiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people looked promising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A debate club leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm... confident personality, probably not intimidated easily.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bookmarked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A volunteer group organizer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too extroverted maybe, or just too altruistic...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet art student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake rubbed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is harder than I thought.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept scrolling through profiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, his thumb stopped across the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Wait a second.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One particular name caught his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asher Phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That sounds familiar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back in his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brain searched through fuzzy memories of the novel he had read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s eyes widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Oh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asher Phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main character of the story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake didn’t remember every detail perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that name definitely belonged to someone important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the profile for a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That’s ironic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of all the people he could randomly stumble upon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, that would go great, the hero and the villain becoming besties.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original story, those two were destined enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Putting them together intentionally sounded like a terrible idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scrolled past the profile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Myles and Asher will probably meet eventually anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not like this, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not through Blake playing matchmaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides,\" Blake muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’ll meet as their alter egos only. It’d mess everything up if they also met in real life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake closed the page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back in his chair again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mission still loomed over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This is going to be a nightmare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the evening slowly settled over the city.\u003C\u002Fp>",1431,"2026-06-06T13:58:10.266Z",1,"novelbin.me","4ccade6664a1618f83f5e3247d8f1ac0233b9ac7518571ec7480e923826727fa","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-31","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-29",121,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsystem-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-cover.jpg"]