[{"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-62":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},1690952,2159,"Chapter 62: My anxiety is growing","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>But now that he had reached a number past 13...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Unlocked: Money ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Unlocked: Shop ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Unlocked: Favorability Privilege ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at the overlapping windows, one after another, each one hovering just slightly off-center, like they wanted to be noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake exhaled slowly through his nose, his expression tightening ever so slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What are those, now? Seriously, this system just won’t leave me take a breath...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, they didn’t sound bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice cut cleanly through his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles was still directly looking at him, not with the smile from earlier. But, at least, the atmosphere hadn’t changed all that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake held his gaze for a second too long before forcing himself to look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could erase it, all of it, he would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone offered to take all of his memories of the system and tear them out of his mind, he wouldn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because how was he supposed to keep going like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something sitting in his chest now, something that hadn’t been there before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not this clearly, at least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even particularly overwhelming, but it lingered in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull, persistent weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something close to guilt or maybe regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t quite tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake let out a quiet breath, shaking his head as a short, almost disbelieving laugh slipped out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had his fun also the other day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, out of everyone, out of every possible person, he almost wished it hadn’t been someone from this world, especially Myles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because none of this was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single part of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word, every gesture, every moment, it was all planned, there was nothing genuine about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had almost considered killing someone, just to avoid the possibility of being exposed and letting Myles see through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to avoid dying as a result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...What does he know?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking back up at him, Blake couldn’t stop the faint, bitter curve of his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Myles had been suspicious of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Extremely, rightfully so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had grabbed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pinned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forced his head out a window without hesitation the first time Blake had tried to kiss his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of reaction didn’t come from nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How suspicious was he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s stomach twisted faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the man who was supposed to destroy the world, so if course he is smart, although morally fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea that his suspicion had decreased, that something in him had softened...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made Blake’s skin crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he found out, if he realized that everything had really been nothing more than an act, how would he react?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would his face look like?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he be sad?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have to go now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake moved before the thought could finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked past him, not giving himself the chance to look at those eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If it’s 13...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers curled slightly at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Then his suspicion must be lower.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had questioned it before, more than once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every time, he had brushed it off and gnored it, assuming, no, convincing himself that he would go back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That this wasn’t permanent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he hadn’t actually died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That this was temporary and reversible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now... now he wasn’t so sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that uncertainty settled in deeper than anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would happen after this was over?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After he completed the mission?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After he succeeded?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happened to him then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spoon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake didn’t even bother sitting properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped onto the bed, arms spread for a moment before one hand came up to drag across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How about you explain to me these new functions?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled sharply, staring up at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, there was still dinner, he couldn’t skip it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if his appetite had quietly disappeared somewhere along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ride back earlier hadn’t been as tense as he expected, but it hadn’t been comfortable either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had just been...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Yes, Dear Host ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Money is now what you can get as a reward, and with it, you can either use it for missions or goals strictly connected to the Target, or you can buy skills or items. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake turned his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mean the skills from the spinning wheel?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Exactly, Dear Host ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least now he didn’t have to get a shitty option after busting his ass off to obtain it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can I open the shop now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Yes, Dear Host ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Opening: Shop ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interface shifted, expandimg significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake pushed himself up slightly, resting on his elbows as he looked over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Of course it is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet, almost humorless huff left him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was exactly what he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Potions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange, questionably legal tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything felt like it had been pulled straight out of the most cliché system imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes moved across the options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s a whole catalog for the mask you gave me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were variations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different designs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different functions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You’ve got to be kidding me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Masks that could even turn him into a woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’At least... this might make things easier.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lingered for a moment before shifting again, now there was still one thing left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about Favorability Privilege?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gulped, feeling most excited about that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do I get with that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Dear Host, that means that favorability will no longer be visible for free. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ With the same money you receive, you may choose to purchase access to it. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake didn’t react immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, two, three... there was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then his voice came out quiet, like he hadn’t fully processed it yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Favorability visibility is now a purchasable feature. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat up fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, no... what do you mean purchasable?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice sharpened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re telling me I can’t see it anymore?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Correct, Dear Host ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...At all?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Not without purchase. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re joking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a short, disbelieving laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re actually joking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no response acknowledging that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut himself off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, that’s not just annoying, that’s—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s insane.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up abruptly, pacing around the roomm\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you have any idea what that means?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course you do, you crazy shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You expect me to do this blind now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve been relying on that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped moving, turning slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s the only clear feedback I have, and now you’re taking it away unless I pay for it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ That is correct, Dear Host ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why? Why would you make it even harder than it already is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ That information is restricted. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at the empty air in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then what about those rewards strictly connected to favorability level? Like just now with the money and shop thing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Dear Host, those unlock after you buy to see the favorability level. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand curled into a fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned away, dragging a hand down his face again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was bad, this was really bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now he couldn’t see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t track it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every shift in tone, he would have to guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he guessed wrong, if he spent money just to check and saw it had gone down...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would break him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter if now decreases were rarer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing it drop even once after paying for it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clicked his tongue, turning toward the small kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t fix the system, he could at least distract himself with cooking a simple, yummy soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake grabbed a knife, pulling out a carrot without much thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started to slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand slipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ouch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze, then slowly looked down, a thin line of red welled up along his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Seriously?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The irritation snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled sharply, tossing the knife into the sink with more force than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It clattered loudly against the metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Great.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed his thumb against the cut, jaw tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to sting and annoy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This is ridiculous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered it under his breath, turning the tap on and rinsing it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything felt off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, he had been conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it had been manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now everything felt unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the one thing he had relied on, the one thing that gave him a sense of direction was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he had to rely on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake exhaled slowly, turning the water off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dried his hands, ignoring the faint sting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t sit here and spiral over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t have time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of this gave him time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>345 days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what the system had given him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already the end of January.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the deadline was November 11th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time for hesitation or for overthinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back toward the bed, sitting down and leaning forward slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already completed the mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That part was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he needed to focus on other unanswered things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand lifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spoon, give me Ennora’s ring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a moment later, the blueprints fell from nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Putting it in the pillow, he grabbed the same papers he wrote on some time before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to continue gathering every location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up a pen, leaning over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Let’s see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began marking the underground routes again, carefully labeling and connecting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he needed something concrete, finally objective that didn’t depend on someone else’s emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hospitals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were all sorts of tunnels beneath all of them like veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...There’s no pattern.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered it quietly, frowning slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The selections felt random.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until, his pen stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The amusement park, the one he and Myles had gone to, it was there, connected underground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted, searching for more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, another one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More amusement parks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All connected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All linked beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s grip on the pen tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to piece it together, he felt as if he was finally going crazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hospitals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amusement parks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pattern, there was one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just hadn’t wanted to see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... no, that’s...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the more he looked, the more it aligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These places, they weren’t random, they weren’t arbitrary, they had something in common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something very specific.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest felt heavier again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Children.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word barely left his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amusement parks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In general, even normal parks were somehow connected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were all places filled with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hospitals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, the vulnerable...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sick, the weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones who couldn’t fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake leaned back slightly, the pen lowering in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You’ve got to be kidding me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really, really didn’t want this theory of his to be right.\u003C\u002Fp>",1871,"2026-06-06T13:58:10.545Z",1,"novelbin.me","1c9709ec8990570d1ec1e0987a00b0c548f0e56331a9043805a613b8f11196e8","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-63","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-61",121,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsystem-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-cover.jpg"]