System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]-Chapter 50: I’m not qualified enough to kill...

[ Mission complete ]

[ Reward: Skill from the spinning wheel. ]

He did want to pay attention to it, but had bigger problems at hand, really.

"Stay back!"

He raised his arm, the gun trembling just slightly as he aimed it at the guard.

Slowly, he pushed himself up from the ground, boots scraping faintly against the floor as his balance struggled to catch up with everything that had just happened.

For a fraction of a second, it almost felt like it could work.

Like the guard might hesitate.

But this wasn’t a movie, or like anything he had imagined.

The guard didn’t freeze or raise his hands.

In fact, he didn’t even think twice.

Bang!

The sound was deafening in the enclosed space, the muzzle flash tearing through. Blake barely had time to flinch before the first bullet hit him.

And then the second.

And the third.

His mind reacted before his body could, his defense buff snapping into place like an invisible shield wrapping around him.

The impact still came, but it didn’t pierce his body. Instead, it felt like being struck with blunt metal, each hit sending jolts through his body.

Still, it hurt.

"...ghk!"

Blake staggered back a step, teeth clenching as he forced himself to stay upright. His arm shook harder now, not just from fear but from the raw force of the shots colliding against him.

’Move.’

The thought cut through everything else.

’Move or you die.’

And this time, he listened to himself properly.

While holding his breath, Blake pushed forward, breaking into a sprint straight toward the guard. The distance between them closed fast, faster than the guard seemed to expect, his shots growing slightly more anxious.

Blake raised the gun and pointed it right at him.

This was it.

This was the moment.

All he had to do was pull the trigger.

But his finger didn’t move.

What if this guard actually died?

Not some faceless enemy in a game or a distant figure in a story, this was someone standing right in front of him, breathing and reacting, trying to stop him just as desperately as he was trying to get away.

Blake’s chest tightened.

’If I shoot... will I truly not regret it?’

A body on the ground, fresh blood spilling out uncontrollably in front of him

The weight of it.

Blake’s eyes widened, pausing for a second, and that hesitation, that tiny, fatal pause was all the guard needed.

The man stepped in sharply, closing the last bit of distance before Blake could react. The gun in his own hand swung up and came crashing down across Blake’s shoulder.

"—ahh!"

Blake’s arm gave out instantly, the pain ripping through his muscles and forcing his grip open. The gun slipped from his fingers before he even realized it, clattering uselessly across the floor. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The guard didn’t stop, not for a second.

He pivoted, grabbing Blake by the front of his jacket and yanking him forward, completely off-balance.

Then came the second hit.

A kick landed straight into Blake’s stomach.

The air left Blake’s lungs in one violent burst as his entire body folded inward, the pain sharp and immediate despite the defense buff dulling its worst effects.

It didn’t break anything within him, it seemed, but it was enough to make his legs give out as he stumbled back, collapsing hard against the ground with a rough grunt.

"Ack!"

He felt dizzy, his vision flickering as his body tried to recover from the sudden sequence of hits.

The guard got closer again, reaching out to grab him again, this time to immobilize him once and for all.

Blake’s hand shot out blindly, grabbing the nearest thing he could reach, the edge of the fallen door.

Using it as leverage, he twisted his body, dragging one leg up and kicking out low.

The guard’s stance faltered just slightly, his weight shifting off-center for a split second.

That was all Blake needed.

He rolled, body scraping against the floor as he pushed himself away, forcing distance between them before getting up to his feet.

His shoulder hurt so much he wanted to cry, his stomach probably wanted to spill all the food it had inside, but the defense buff held, keeping him moving when he probably shouldn’t have been able to.

"Shit!"

He didn’t look back and certainly did not wait for another humbling experience.

Blake ran out of the room, his footsteps echoing against the corridor as adrenaline took over completely.

And not many seconds after...

A loud, piercing siren tore through the underground facility again, the green-lit corridor flashing faintly as the sound bounced endlessly off the walls.

’Of course... of course there’s still the fucking alarm!’

Blake’s breath came fast now, uneven, his body still recovering as he ran. The corridor that had been empty moments ago suddenly didn’t feel so empty anymore.

Doors opened, voices rose.

Full of movement, basically.

"Hey!"

"Stop him!"

Blake cursed under his breath, pushing himself faster, but he didn’t get far.

Hands grabbed him from the side, from behind, all at once.

"Got him!"

His body was forced to stop as the sudden force dragged him off balance, arms locking around him as they tried to pin him down. He struggled immediately, twisting hard, but the grip was too tight.

And then, his helmet slipped.

"—!"

It hit the ground with a dull thud, rolling just slightly before coming to a stop.

For a split second, everything seemed to pause.

The people holding him froze just enough to see his face.

Or, what looked like his face.

The fake one.

Blake didn’t waste the moment.

He snapped his head forward, his forehead slammed into the face of the man in front of him. The grip loosened instantly as the guy recoiled with a pained shout.

Blake tore himself free.

He dropped low, snatching the fallen helmet from the ground before swinging it.

It went directly against another person’s jaw, most likely dislocating it.

The man staggered back, grip breaking.

Blake kept moving.

The defense buff still held, still absorbing the blows that came at him from the sides as he forced his way through the chaos. A hit landed against his back, another against his side, but he pushed through them, teeth clenched, vision locked forward.

The stairs. Somehow he got this far.

"Move!"

Blake sprinted toward them, nearly slipping as he reached the first step. His legs were trembling, but he forced them to keep going, taking the steps two at a time despite the earlier exhaustion clawing back at him.

Behind him, the noise grew louder.

There were more footsteps, more voices and they were coming at full speed.

"Spoon!" Blake shouted, his voice cracking slightly as he pushed himself harder. "Spoon, I swear to god, if you don’t help me right now, I’m proving you’re completely fucking useless! I completed the mission, you said it yourself!"

No response.

"Are you hearing me?!"

Blake’s chest tightened as panic started to edge in, his pace faltering for just a fraction of a second.

"Do something?!"

[ Yes, Dear Host...(’°_°) ]

[ Teleportating in 3, 2, 1... ]

"...finally!"

The world changed, and he was gone.