[{"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-89":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},1690979,2159,"Chapter 89: ACK!","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-89",89,"\u003Cp>\"I knew from the start this was supposed to be a sci-fi with aliens... but I never expected to actually run into one. Like, ever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake had always figured that, at most, the government owned the DNA... just samples, fragments, whatever they could extract and weaponize. Not the aliens themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which, well, now that he thought about it, was kind of a stupid assumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course they’d be on this planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wouldn’t just leave something like that out there, floating around in space, completely unmonitored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now that he knew for a fact that they were here, it wasn’t exactly shocking that he’d end up seeing one eventually. Inevitable, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was involved with the main cast, after all. That alone practically guaranteed he’d get dragged into all the weird, dangerous, completely-not-normal stuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still... it didn’t look like what he’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even humanoid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its head, if that was even the right word, was shaped like an insect’s, elongated and wrong in a way that made his stomach twist just thinking about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes were huge, bulging unnaturally out of what he assumed were sockets, glossy and reflecting light in a way that didn’t feel right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the arms... yeah, they could be arms, sure, if he simplified things enough. But they weren’t structured like any arms he’d ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many joints and segments. Too many ways they could bend that didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s got more of those on its back, too...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake placed a hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat thud against his palm, and forced himself to take a slow breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real question was, why the hell did Myles have something like that in his base?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like Blake would know. He hadn’t exactly been a reader of the story. He knew the broad strokes, sure: the hero, the villains, the whole \"save the world with advanced tech powered by alien DNA\" thing, but details like this were foreign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What were you even doing with it? Torturing it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought sat heavy in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean... they were definitely holding it captive, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scratched the back of his head, uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there was the bigger question, how did Myles even get one in the first place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because one thing Blake was sure about was that the aliens on Asher’s side weren’t there by force. The whole premise of the story leaned too heavily on that cooperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hero wasn’t just some guy exploiting alien biology, he was working with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had to be some kind of mutual benefit that he knew nothing of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, why would the aliens help fight against Myles in the final Chapters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More sense than the alternative, anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what, he just kidnapped one?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake grimaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Used it to make his own tech or something...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sounded about right for a villain, didn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly pushing himself up, Blake glanced around the unfamiliar space, unease creeping back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving might be a bad idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staying might be worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t really a safe option here... literally no middle ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Though...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated, frowning slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’d kinda suck if he actually forced that... thing... to be an experiment. I mean, who would even agree to that willingly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d more or less accepted his own villain status, hadn’t he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I’ll just have to convert him later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You fucking son of a bitch, show yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was three in the morning. Blake had just gotten home, skill deactivated, exhausted, and he wasn’t even trying to hide how pissed off he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ayo, Spoon. I’m talking to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Yes, Dear Host. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Blake grabbed a fork from the counter and hurled it straight at the floating interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It passed through like it wasn’t even there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, yeah, real funny.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged a hand down his face, frustration bubbling over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How exactly did you expect me to survive against those two? I can fight, kinda, but not against monsters like that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Dear Host, you have the defence buff. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right. Yeah. Sure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a dry laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think a defence buff is gonna help much against a whole-ass missile.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he was exaggerating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with the kind of technology they were dealing with, it wasn’t exactly impossible either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Spoon didn’t even bother replying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unbelievable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What really got to him wasn’t even the danger itself, it was how confident Spoon always seemed that he’d survive. No hesitation or concern, just blind certainty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’How the hell are you so sure I won’t die in completely dieable situations...? Ugh, whatever.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, he was too tired to keep arguing with a system that clearly wasn’t interested in explaining itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stripping off his clothes, Blake made his way over to the mirror, and immediately grimaced at his reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ankle looked rough. Blood had dried unevenly across the skin, leaving behind a messy, ugly stain. His face wasn’t much better: small cuts and scratches scattered across it, along with faint marks on his wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank god for that mask...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least that had kept things from getting worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grabbing the first aid kit, he set it down on the counter and popped it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright... let’s fix this mess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached for the disinfectant, hesitating briefly before applying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grinding his teeth, he tried to clean the wound properly, but it was painfully obvious he had no idea what he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This is going terribly.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, he’d never really been injured like this before. Not in his past life, and not even in this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruises? Sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minor stuff? Yeah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this this was new territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jesus, I still have some...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in closer to the mirror, squinting slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the older marks hadn’t fully faded yet. Faint and barely noticeable, but still there if you looked closely enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Huh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a while, too and yet, they lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally got around to dealing with his face, though, a different kind of concern crept in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What am I supposed to do tomorrow?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because yeah, that was going to be a big problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at his reflection, fingers hovering near one of the scratches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m screwed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles would definitely notice and there was no way around that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...He’s gonna ask.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just casual, surface-level questions either, no, Myles wasn’t the type to let things go that easily. He’d dig and push, going until he got answers that satisfied him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or until he got suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And if he thinks I was the one spying...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake felt his stomach drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would make things so much worse, way worse than just dealing with a few questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted a hand, lightly brushing his fingers against his cheek, and froze for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh. Right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That moment, the way Myles had stepped in and blocked that ball like it was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And he looked so... pissed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just annoyed or irritated, but actually pissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not in a general, \"this situation is inconvenient\" kind of way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought sat weirdly in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He wasn’t exactly happy back then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much was obvious and, somehow, that made everything feel even more complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if Myles got angry over something like that, at least he meant there was some kind of instinctual care, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head as he closed the first aid kit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why does that make things harder...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew why, it was because of Myles were to discover the circumstances of his injuries, he would not be happy with Blake, instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe even loose all of his care for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning off the light, he made his way over to the bed and practically dropped onto it, exhaustion finally catching up with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, since I’m going to give some lie, it doesn’t matter. But if he reacted like that when I wasn’t even hurt...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared up at the ceiling, expression blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What’s he gonna do when he sees this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plasters, scratches, just, way too many visible proof that something had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah. No way he’s letting that slide.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed... he needed options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay, think.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skipping school? That could work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staying at home until the scratches faded, avoid the entire situation...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But he would end up showing up, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which would immediately raise questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And refusing to answer those? Not an option, so that left actually going to school and facing him directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which means either he gets suspicious or gets pissed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake let out a low groan, dragging a hand over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why does everything end with him getting pissed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There really wasn’t a good outcome here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what he chose, it all circled back to the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles getting angry, asking questions and well, not letting things go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rolling onto his side, Blake pulled the blanket over himself, staring blankly at the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not even happy about this myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out another resigned sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This sucks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that wonderfully optimistic conclusion, he shut his eyes, fully aware that tomorrow was going to be a problem no matter what he did.\u003C\u002Fp>",1563,"2026-06-06T13:58:10.545Z",1,"novelbin.me","6aab09c21e1489a065daa9f75ba578a734095508c8a4023d00a5d10a9249cb7c","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-90","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-88",121,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsystem-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-cover.jpg"]