System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL] Chapter 76: What is a... human

Blake tried to tell himself not to worry, still...

"Ack! What if Asher starts to spy on him and discover sothing?!"

It was an irrational worry, he knew that much.

Especially since Myles only appeared at the end of the novel as the final boss... so it didn’t really make sense for him to be overthinking things this early on.

What he feared the most was suspicion.

Asher wasn’t even supposed to be at their school, anyway.

"Why would he even suspect anyone here? Myles is perfectly fine with his act, that much I know. There’s also nothing that incriminates as the masked criminal."

His head wouldn’t stop throbbing. Thinking in circles like this couldn’t be good for him.

Carefully, he laid himself back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Why had he felt so sad before he fell that day?

***

The next day, Myles actually showed up at his house after school, just like he said he would. He didn’t just check in and leave, either. He stayed.

He brought notes, extra sheets, even sothing like a schedule already written out.

Not only did he take care of Blake, but he also played with him for a bit. It was brief and casual, like it wasn’t really the point, before going right back into helping him catch up with multiple school subjects.

An interesting thing about this world was that math was expressed differently from the one in his previous life.

The math in his previous world worked in straight lines.

Numbers followed numbers, symbols connected them, and everything flowed from left to right.

If sothing got complicated, you added parentheses. If it got even worse, you stacked things: fractions, exponents, but it still followed a readable path. You could track the logic step by step, almost like reading a sentence.

Here, math consisted mostly of layered constructs, fras within fras, almost like building blocks stacked on top of each other.

Each value wasn’t simply a number. It carried a "state," sothing that could shift depending on what it was interacting with.

Operations weren’t symbols placed between numbers, but actions applied to entire structures. You didn’t solve from left to right, you stabilized, collapsed, and resolved.

A simple expression could branch out into sothing that looked more like a diagram than an equation.

At first, it felt unnecessarily complicated.

Up until now, though, it had never really caused him any major issue.

It was lucky he got it all fast.

Blake rested his cheek on his hand, staring at the sheet. His eyes followed the shapes, the nested forms, the small annotations indicating how each part would behave once resolved.

"Outer fra first, huh," he muttered quietly.

Myles, sitting across from him, gave a small nod. "Yes."

Blake exhaled slowly, straightening just a bit.

He had already started translating everything into sothing more familiar in his head. It wasn’t perfect, but it worked. Fras beca parentheses. States beca conditions. Actions beca operations.

Different language, sure, but it still had the sa core idea, more or less. Either way, it’s not as if he was an exemplary math student before transmigrating, so he wasn’t even at a bad point.

He tapped the end of his pen lightly against the desk, then glanced at Myles.

"Hey."

Myles looked up.

"What galaxy are we in?"

He thought about this multiple tis, of course. Was he in the sa galaxy? Maybe in a near solar system? Or just another universe entirely?

He struggled to place a world within a novel anywhere.

He even considered it being a simulation, but he didn’t really like the idea.

"Fromolena."

The answer ca imdiately and, inevitably, Blake blinked, then scratched the back of his head.

’Never heard of it.’

It felt extrely strange.

Fromolena.

The na didn’t connect to anything in his mory. Not even vaguely.

’Jeez. Why am I getting into rabbit holes while doing math!’

Looking over at the literature book waiting to be next, he sighed heavily.

Of course, the alphabet here wasn’t the sa either. The characters, the sounds, even the way things were written, it was all different. And yet, sohow, he understood it.

It was like his brain had skipped the learning phase entirely.

But it was still pretty easy to grasp, at least in so aspects.

Blake looked back down.

The subject had already shifted.

Chemistry.

He stared at the sheet in front of him.

And just... stared.

Unlike math, which had so familiar structure beneath the surface, this felt completely foreign. The elents weren’t the sa. Their interactions weren’t the sa. Even the naming system felt off, like it followed rules he couldn’t quite see yet.

He let out a slow breath, his eyes unfocusing slightly.

"Focus."

Myles’ voice cut through cleanly.

Blake didn’t look up. "I am."

"You are not."

"I’m just thinking. Pamper like yesterday, will you?"

"You’ve been on the sa problem for three minutes. You asked to force you study a hour."

Blake clicked his tongue softly, finally glancing up.

"True, true, b it’s a complicated problem."

"It’s not, try again with the thod I explained earlier."

There wasn’t even a hint of hesitation in Myles’ voice.

Blake held his gaze for a second, then looked away, scratching the back of his neck.

He couldn’t deny it.

He was feeling a little lazy.

Myles didn’t push further. He just tapped the page, pointing to a specific line.

"The reaction stabilizes after the second exchange. You’re overcomplicating it."

Blake sighed quietly but adjusted his posture.

"Yeah. Got it."

He leaned in slightly, trying to focus again.

In around two days, he’d be good to go back to school. In that ti fra, he’ll complete the mission.

Another two days after that, things should settle enough for him to move around freely again.

That was all it should take.

Simple, but it didn’t feel simple.

’I feel like the world is going to end up in really, really bad hands...’

Or really, really good ones.

And sohow, both felt equally possible.

Picking up the remote, he turned on the TV to get so more background noise.

He turned his head slightly.

On the screen, Trail-X had appeared again.

"Seriously?" Blake muttered under his breath.

His own luck really was sothing.

For a second, he considered just dropping his head onto the desk and staying there.

Instead, he glanced at Myles.

Myles looked completely unbothered.

Blake hesitated, then spoke.

"What do you think of Trail-X?"

Myles didn’t answer imdiately. He glanced at the screen for a brief mont, then back at Blake.

"I don’t find anything particular about him."

Blake frowned slightly.

"That’s it?"

"Yes."

Blake leaned back a little, exhaling through his nose.

"Do you at least like the idea of heroes?"

Myles didn’t respond right away this ti.

He looked at the screen again, then back at Blake.

"...Do you?"

Blake raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t helpful.

Still...

He shifted in his seat, crossing one leg over the other slightly as he thought.

Honestly, it was still a little difficult for him to fully picture this world. Things didn’t always line up the way he expected them to. Even now, it still felt like he was only half-rooted in it.

And whatever was going on in the world, it wasn’t easy to just accept it.

"...Yeah," he said after a mont.

Myles didn’t interrupt.

Blake glanced at the screen again.

"I think a hero can be a lot of things."

His voice wasn’t particularly strong.

"They step in when sothing’s wrong. Not because they have to, but because they can. Or because they decide to."

He paused briefly, his gaze following the movent on the screen.

"They change outcos. Sotis in big ways, sotis in small ones. But either way, sothing’s different because they were there."

Myles stayed quiet.

Blake continued, a little more slowly now.

"And it’s not always about power. Or recognition. A lot of the ti, people don’t even notice what was done for them."

He let out a small breath.

"But it still matters."

His eyes lowered slightly.

"Trail-X... he’s just a person, though."

He shifted his grip on the pen.

"A police officer could be a hero to soone. A volleyball player could be a hero to soone else. It depends on who’s looking."

He glanced back at Myles.

"Soone who saves lives directly... and soone who just helps people keep going, they’re not that different."

A short pause.

"They’re all human they’re flawed like others, also. That’s why they’re bound to be disliked."

Mykes just looked at Blake for a mont, his expression unreadable, like he was asuring sothing.

Then he looked away, back at the paper.

"Finish the problem."

Blake blinked.

"...That’s your response?"

"Yes."

Blake stared at him for a second, then huffed a quiet, almost amused breath.

’You’re really sothing.’

Blake shook his head lightly and looked back down at the sheet.

The structures were still there. Complicated and layered.

But his mind felt clearer, basically less stuck.

He adjusted his grip on the pen and leaned forward slightly.

"...Second exchange," he murmured.

This ti, he didn’t stop halfway.