[{"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-95":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},1690985,2159,"Chapter 95: A date too... what?","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>With a low, absent hum in his throat, Blake studied his reflection for what had to be the hundredth time that morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Even in my past life... I didn’t stare at myself this much.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t self-consciousness anymore, not in the same way it had been when he first woke up in this body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, every glance in the mirror felt like confronting a stranger that was smaller, frailer and easier to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was different, he was observing the changes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Growing... isn’t really the right word,\" he muttered, tilting his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighteen-year-olds weren’t supposed to grow or anything, anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the differences were undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin had lost that sickly, pale tone. There was color there now, although subtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes no longer carried those heavy, dark crescents beneath them, the kind that made it look like he hadn’t slept properly in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs... yeah, they seemed longer. Not by much, but enough for him to notice when he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He straightened slightly, watching the shift in posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Still short, though.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued being below average in that regard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled through his nose, but there was no frustration in it. Just acknowledgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least I fixed that pathetic posture the old Blake had...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That part had taken effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than he expected, honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Posture wasn’t just physical, it was muscle memory. The way you carried yourself when you weren’t thinking. Same with walking pace. Same with facial expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d had to consciously correct all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shoulders back. Chin up. Steps measured... and a neutral expression, instead of that permanently withdrawn look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it had felt forced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now... it was starting to stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake gave himself one last look, then stepped back from the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no point overanalyzing it any further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then shook his head lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward his bed and grabbed his clothes, changing quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A date didn’t have to mean dressing up, especially not this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A month ago, he would’ve been tense by now. Overthinking everything. Running through possibilities, outcomes, what-ifs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it just felt normal. Relaxing, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake picked up his phone and typed out a quick message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heading out now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed his backpack next, slinging it over one shoulder before adjusting the straps properly. It was heavier than usual, and for good reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, neatly packed, were several video games, some newer, some older. and a handful of board games he’d managed to gather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t brought them just to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well... not only to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll just leave most of them there,\" he murmured to himself as he zipped the bag shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t like he used them much anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air outside was warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake made his way to the bus stop without rushing, slipping his hands into his pockets as he waited. When the bus arrived, he climbed on, found a seat by the window, and settled in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar scenery slid past the glass as the bus moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same people going about their routines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake rested his head lightly against the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Feels... too normal,’ he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was just a regular day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed a hand lightly against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was beating faster than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not frantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake let out a quiet breath, a small smile forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Guess I’m still weirder out.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His phone vibrated in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at it for a second... then huffed out a soft laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s it?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, slipping the phone back into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, that was exactly what he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his bag, pulled out his headphones, and slipped them on. A few taps later, audio filled his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specifically, content covering AFE’s criminals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Of course this exists here too...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouldn’t have been surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to this on the way to Myles’ place, the final boss, made him feel a little insane, but he didn’t stop the video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, he focused more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed information. More than before. Especially about the perforators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was, lately, the content had shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less about the people themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More about their abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’And how they use advanced tech against AL-TECH...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The narrator’s voice carried a note of disbelief, almost outrage, as they described it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technology meant to help humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twisted into something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s fingers tightened slightly against his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts drifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Myles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing slowed, then deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had searched before. Tried to find more about UD, but there wasn’t much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wouldn’t be much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only widely known incident was that destroyed building owned by AL-TECH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apart from that there was nothing notable or super interesting about... his crimes. Still, Blake knew Myles was connected to the underworld, somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the video, the topic shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an interview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man speaking calmly, firmly, about criminals, about how they shouldn’t be written off entirely. About their potential and future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake frowned slightly, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Not being too harsh, huh...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s expression was steady, but there was something underneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Still... I guess that kind of attitude works.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone guiding others, especially someone as naive and shy as Asher, he couldn’t deny Alfred Hicth was useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled softly as the bus slowed and then stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stood, pulling his headphones off as he stepped off onto the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walk from the stop to the apartment complex was a little long, as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake adjusted his backpack slightly as he approached the entrance, glancing up at the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Here again.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hesitation as he pressed the intercom, then a brief pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door unlocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stepped inside and made his way up the stairs, his footsteps echoing lightly in the stairwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway up, he heard movement above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he reached the top, Myles was already there, casually standing in front of the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he’d been waiting without actually waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Morning,\" Myles said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s pace picked up instinctively for those last few steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t slow down or overthink it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just closed the distance and wrapped his arms around him in a brief, firm hug, one hand coming up to pat his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Missed you,\" Blake said lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a little ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d seen each other yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, there was no awkwardness in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning his head back slightly, Myles looked at Blake straight in the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should go inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake pulled back with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake slipped off his shoes and headed straight to the bedroom like it was already familiar territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped his backpack onto the bed, then sat beside it, unzipping it and starting to pull things out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So,\" he said, glancing over his shoulder, \"I don’t have that much stuff at home...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles stepped closer, silent as always, watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...but I brought some things for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, Blake laid them out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small items.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles reached for it, picking it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simple, orange and blue, the colors blending in a way that made it stand out without being too loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned it slightly in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Okay,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it, but he didn’t put it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he moved to place it in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake immediately perked up, pointing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, maybe there? Or, no, actually, yeah, that corner would work better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles adjusted without argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved quickly after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Placing things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rearranging slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t take long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon enough, everything was set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake leaned back slightly, hands on his hips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Way better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles looked around, then nodded once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s grin widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright. My turn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Turn for what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake tilted his head like it was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I brought you stuff. Now I take something from here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My things aren’t as interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What even counts as an interesting object?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Doesn’t matter. We already exchanged umbrellas, right? Might as well keep it going.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a brief pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Myles reached for something on his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared at it and didn’t take it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s way too much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t mind,\" Myles replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s expression twitched, since that wasn’t helpful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could argue further, Myles added something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a blanket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay, hold on—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a laugh, raising a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s enough. Seriously.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still... he stared down at them, finding himself smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They all feel like you,\" Blake said quietly, almost to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set them down beside him, then flopped backward onto the bed with a soft thud, staring up at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This is already great,’ he said, letting out a breath. ’And it’s been, what? Not even an hour?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head slightly, glancing at Myles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, satisfied smile lingered on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Today’s gonna be fun.’\u003C\u002Fp>",1523,"2026-06-06T13:58:10.545Z",1,"novelbin.me","ee4b4ef45fd6f2702ab745cd7f597d09592bec0ffde529b5f5b8c2ce879995b8","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-96","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-94",121,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsystem-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-cover.jpg"]