[{"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-4":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},1690894,2159,"Chapter 4: My craziest lunch yet","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-4",4,"\u003Cp>Blake’s breath locked in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classroom felt suddenly airless, the chatter of students outside opening and closing their lockers fading into a distant hum. The system window flickered faintly in front of him, red warning text still glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Dear Host, do not let Myles Cortez become aware of the System. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ eyes lingered on that blank air for a second too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t confused or distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s fingers trembled under his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He can’t see it. He can’t. He shouldn’t be able to, anyway. Calm down.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system had never mentioned the possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had never mentioned risks like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ gaze shifted slowly downward until it met Blake’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re staring again,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was quiet enough that the surrounding noise swallowed it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ eyes moved once more, subtly flicking back to the empty air in front of Blake’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should be careful,\" he added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the weight behind them wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Careful of what? Of staring? Of him? Of something else? Why can’t you be specific? This is such a classic threat!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Careful of what?\" he finally managed to force out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles didn’t answer immediately. His gaze traced Blake’s face like he was memorizing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of paying attention to something that’s not there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s blood ran cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that’s not there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system window glitched violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Warning: Elevated target awareness. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake jerked his head slightly, breaking the alignment between Myles’ line of sight and the floating screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students began filing into the hallway in waves. The teacher was already gone. The moment stretched too long, too exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles finally stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression remained neutral. Unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake didn’t move for several seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body felt like it had been submerged in freezing water. Slow. Numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What does that mean?\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system flickered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Clarification unavailable. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s not helpful!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed his bag and rushed into the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Let’s think about the reward later!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor was chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockers slamming. Shoes squeaking against polished floors. Laughter bouncing off the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere in that noise, there was Myles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s eyes scanned instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway down the hall. Walking alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one brushed against him. Not deliberately. The flow of students seemed to part naturally, unconsciously adjusting their paths to avoid collision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t intimidating or glaring. He wasn’t even looking at anyone to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was space around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like an invisible perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s the final boss for you...’ Blake hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Reminder: Maintain interaction frequency to prevent favorability decay. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Decay?\" he hissed under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Prolonged inactivity may result in negative adjustment, Dear Host. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This system is fucking insane...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed, and he was ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, that was until lunch break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant at least thirty minutes of unsupervised social territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life, he had such a fun time away from the teachers, but now it was the opposite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake forced his legs to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too fast and he’d look desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too slow and he’d lose him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trailed several meters behind, trying to appear accidental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was hard when you were following the same person who had just warned you about something that’s not there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts spiraled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I wonder, does he think I’m crazy? That I hallucinated? Or worse... is he already figuring me out?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake wasn’t the original owner of this body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if Myles noticed changes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eye contact patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guy like that, obsessed with looking normal to avoid any suspicion, would notice any change around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’But they weren’t close,’ Blake reminded himself. ’But that doesn’t really matter... he originally had a -10 favorability for Blake. That means he must know something about him to harbor such dislike.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallway opened into the cafeteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise level doubled instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal trays clattered. Conversations overlapped. The smell of fried food and synthetic seasoning hung heavy in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles moved through the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake joined the line three people behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see the back of Myles’ neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line of his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sure looked relaxed, like someone who had complete control of his environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s stomach twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He’s just a student.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A student who would eventually destroy the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the cafeteria didn’t feel like a cafeteria anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like a place filled with unaware casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arguing over seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filming short clips for social media.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them knowing the boy holding a tray near the front of the line would one day be their executioner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’And I’m supposed to make him fall in love with me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The absurdity almost made him laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles picked up his tray and turned. Their eyes met again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake flinched internally but didn’t look away. He couldn’t afford to look afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his heart jumped into his throat the moment Myles’ eyes narrowed, almost imperceptibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he walked past him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake grabbed whatever food was closest without looking and promised to pay the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned the cafeteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles had chosen a table near the windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Fortunately or, unfortunately, he’s not like that because he was ever isolated. I remember that he preferred it that way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a big difference indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Should I sit with him? Eh, I mean, that’d be dangerous after the conversation we had earlier...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake hesitated for a full ten seconds before finally walking over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step felt louder than it should have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few students noticed, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy who publicly confessed and then stared for an hour? Walking straight to the target again? What a brave social suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped at the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles didn’t look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake tightened his grip on his tray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can I sit here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ fork paused midair and, slowly, he lifted his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cafeteria noise seemed to dip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not actually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in Blake’s perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t seem concerned with permission,\" Myles said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake flushed. \"...I’m asking now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles studied him long enough to make him uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do whatever you want.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake exhaled quietly and lowered himself into the chair opposite him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up close, Myles’ presence felt different from across a classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake picked at his food, too acutely aware of the distance between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system window floated at the edge of his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Interaction ongoing. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fork against tray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmurs from other tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Myles spoke. \"Why are you acting like you’re new here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re behaving like someone who doesn’t understand the environment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s pulse spiked. \"I just... don’t care what people think anymore,\" he carefully said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ gaze flicked toward a nearby table where two students were blatantly pretending not to watch them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake frowned slightly. \"Well, you don’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ expression didn’t change. \"You don’t know that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Actually, I do know that you very much care, but it’s not out of embarrassment or anything, you just want to seem normal and not like a world-class criminal...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake was a little distressed that Myles wasn’t reacting emotionally to him, that he was simply gathering information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s fork paused halfway to his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Are you uncomfortable?\" he asked before he could stop himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Couldn’t have asked that any more stupidly.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he needed to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because -11 could easily become -20.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles leaned back slightly in his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not really, but you’re drawing attention,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that bad?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles held his gaze steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That depends on your intentions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake felt the weight of it press against his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What were his intentions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To survive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To manipulate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To seduce?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system screen flickered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Emotional fluctuation detected. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you already,\" he said quietly. \"I like you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cafeteria noise seemed louder now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles simply observed Blake’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then be consistent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you’re going to look at me,\" Myles continued evenly, \"don’t look like you’re waiting for something to happen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s stomach dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system window hovered just within his peripheral vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t get distracted.\" Myles picked up his tray and stood up. \"You should decide what you’re seeking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving Blake sitting there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cafeteria noise returned in full force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s hands were shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What does that even mean...\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system screen pulsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Warning: Target perceptiveness exceeds projected model. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Projected model?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s stomach twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What model?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen flickered violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Static crawling across its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Data inconsistency detected. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s heart began to race again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the cafeteria—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles stopped mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t turn around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system screen glitched harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red text bleeding through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Critical Error: Observation Loop Established. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s vision swam. ’Observation loop...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Alert: Target may be observing Host beyond expected parameters. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles slowly turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not toward Blake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just enough that his profile was visible and, for the first time, Blake felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was looking at him like a hunter who had finally noticed movement in the grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system text flickered one last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Recommendation: Reduce visible reliance on interface immediately. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, the screen went black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disappearing completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s breath hitched. \"...Spoon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the room, Myles’ gaze lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time, he was looking directly at him, with nothing in between.\u003C\u002Fp>",1607,"2026-06-06T13:58:10.266Z",1,"novelbin.me","7e9a8d69f4c742d2529010bce94fc95d44127a9d3d4852994f1d79245d19ec0a","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-5","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-3",121,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsystem-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-cover.jpg"]