[{"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-37":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},1690927,2159,"Chapter 37: Free... actually I’m not","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>Waking up, Blake felt... good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, way better than good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refreshed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a few seconds, he simply laid there, staring upward, letting the quiet settle around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything had been going smoothly lately. Suspiciously smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Right,\" he muttered under his breath, rolling onto his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The favorability level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since it had climbed, no, jumped to an eight, things had shifted in a way Blake couldn’t ignore, even if he wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The missions were still there, of course. The system wasn’t the kind to just disappear out of goodwill. But they felt... lighter, more specifically, less aggressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most importantly, they weren’t coming as often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake exhaled slowly, rubbing his face before pushing himself up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally,\" he mumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once, it felt like he could actually breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stretched, joints popping faintly, before getting out of bed and making his way toward the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint hum slipped past his lips without him realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he noticed, he was already halfway through cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Huh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake paused for a second, then shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even remember the last time he’d felt relaxed enough to hum anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spring vacation had started, and for once, it didn’t feel like a ticking clock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actual, usable time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to figure things out without constantly being interrupted by some absurd mission or forced interaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped something in the pan absentmindedly, gaze drifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Mhh... I don’t want to meet Myles every day, but...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned slightly, considering it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I suppose... at least four times a week or something...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought came too naturally\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake paused mid-motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four times a week?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since when was that his baseline?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared down at the pan, expression slowly twisting into something between confusion and mild disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What am I even thinking?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he didn’t dismiss it or correct himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, the idea stayed there, because he kind of had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake clicked his tongue softly and turned off the stove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating, Blake moved back to his room, grabbing a notebook and a pen before sitting down at his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he just stared at the blank page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Alright. Let’s try to make sense of this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started writing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly at first, then more steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to underline names and connections in the best way possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragments of information he had pieced together from forums, scattered discussions, half-remembered posts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asher Phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake underlined the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Main character,\" he muttered quietly. \"Nerdy, bullied guy turned hero... alter ego is Trail-X.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the pen against the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what he remembered, Asher wasn’t special at the beginning. Just another loser guy. Way smarter than average but somehow still underestimated by the teachers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until something changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Umm, I still don’t know what triggered it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scribbled a question mark next to the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alfred Hicth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"CEO of AL-TECH,\" Blake murmured. \"Side character that dies later on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was very important, since he remembered a depressive arc after a death, most definitely connected to Afred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even though Alfred wasn’t the protagonist, he was one of those figures that seemed to exist in the background of everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake scratched his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He helped Asher somehow,\" he said slowly. \"But... it wasn’t obvious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not direct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not something the forum user could easily point to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of those vague, frustrating details that people speculated about endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake sighed and moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles Cortez.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pen paused for just a fraction of a second before writing the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Villain,\" Blake said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alter ego: UD.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He underlined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harder than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles wasn’t alone. That much Blake was sure of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when he had been forced to keep an eye on him in that abandoned fabric, there had been others, just as scary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So whatever Myles was doing, it wasn’t a solo act, or at least not completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake leaned back slightly, exhaling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Okay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now came the hard part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connecting everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Asher probably met Alfred at SSRT...\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one place Blake technically had access to, through something he didn’t even fully understand yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...SSRT tower...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After digging through whatever scraps of information he could find, one thing had become clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That place wasn’t normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lot of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not the kind you’d expect from a regular corporation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Aliens,\" Blake said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, saying it out loud felt ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everything pointed to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of... anomalies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake tapped the pen against the page again, slower this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Asher has abilities...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That part was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what kind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No clue, honestly,\" Blake admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If those powers were connected to whatever was going on in SSRT...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they weren’t something a normal person could just grasp overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at the page for a moment longer, then exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...And then there’s Myles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the pen tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the novel... his normal identity was not described that well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t even an exaggeration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like comparing two entirely separate people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Myles Blake knew, and the one described in forums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Over two meters tall,\" Blake muttered. \"Metal suit... completely altered appearance...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>UD didn’t just look different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt different, even from secondhand descriptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I can’t even tell if they’re powers or just tech,\" Blake admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what people had said, UD used weapons that didn’t exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things that sounded straight out of science fiction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant, either he had powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or he had access to technology far beyond anything publicly known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Or both?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell quiet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, after a moment, Blake reached into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, he pulled out the ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What currently looked like a broken bracelet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned it over in his hand, studying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I need those blueprints,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to open this ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake shifted in his chair, holding it up to the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rotated it slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, from a certain angle...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That looks familiar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shape, the pattern...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his phone on and searched it fir the umpteenth time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Huh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture straightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s like the symbol of SSRT tower...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not exactly, since it looked like a warped, distorted sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something had twisted it out of shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake turned the bracelet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This one’s... less warped.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was still clearly connected, but not as useful as he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...So what does that mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned, thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake leaned forward, grabbing his notebook again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Think like a sci-fi author,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started sketching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different variations of the symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simplifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combinations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nothing really convinced him or gave any ideas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This is useless,\" he sighed after a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even know how the thing worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guessing blindly wasn’t getting him anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake leaned back again, staring at the bracelet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...The warp...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was there too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much less than the original symbol, but not gone entirely or anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What if...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then grimaced slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I really hope I don’t break this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, he adjusted his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a small inner section, something that looked like it could rotate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or be pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake took a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a split second, nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden, intense surge of heat shot through the metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ouch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately let go as he flinched, the bracelet clattering onto the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, what the hell?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his hand, wincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That actually hurt—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bracelet had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, cautiously, Blake leaned closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had unfolded, no, shifted, into a different shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like the warped sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at its center... an empty space?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the back there was the sapphire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same one as before, embedded at the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...But...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front carving, it definitely wasn’t complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Does it need another piece to finally have those damn blueprints out?\" Blake murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He most likely needed another sapphire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back slowly, staring at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Where am I supposed to find that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room felt quieter now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Think.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind drifted back to the plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To timelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...When did Alfred die?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Alfred was the owner of SSRT...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Myles, in the novel, had to go through the same process as this...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It all connects back to that damn tower.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s thoughts tightened, narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything circled around that place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No. Nope. Absolutely not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A translucent screen flickered into existence in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Mission: Steal the missing part of Ennora’s ring. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Time limit: 7 days ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Penalty: ??? ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Reward: Skill from spinning wheel. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then at the weird warped ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Of course,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it would show up now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Seven days, huh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze slowly lowered, exhaling quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Guess I don’t get to relax after all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1572,"2026-06-06T13:58:10.266Z",1,"novelbin.me","cd698235d498561b1e9d41c32d61356b7d67153d5357c3f1fa726978f1c704e3","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-38","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-36",121,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsystem-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-cover.jpg"]