phoenixhyperion

Lucien Blake is a twenty six years old shut in otaku. He live his life reading novels, watching animes, eating and staring at computer all day. One day he went out to buy his favorite chicken lunch box meal at the nearest convenience store. But a robber came in and decided to rob the store. Without knowing why or what for, the robber shot him in the chest before running away. 

Can his life as shut in otaku get any worse?   

A series of beeps flooded his head, forcing him to wake up. When he open his eyes he found himself in another world very much like his own. Except for one thing. His beloved protagonist from his favorite anime is staring at him face to face. A notif pop into his head saying,

[Dear host, find and help the protagonist escape his fate of getting killed. Help him in his mission of eliminating the demons. Points will be added. Failure to do so will result to deduction. Zero points will lead to your death. Good luck.]

Lucien was left no choice but to adapt to his life as a mob character, helping the protagonist pave his path into greathood. It was all good at first, if you count off the number of times he has to pick up his butt running away from hideous creatures drooling after his flesh, his life being protected from protagonist halo was awesome. 

That is until.... the protagonist pushed him down to bed.
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Force to protect the Male Lead [BL]

Lucien was confused. Should he follow the little protagonist or let him be?

At one point, he was adamant about following and checking on the protagonist. But his mind won't let him.

'Stop acting like a doting parent.'

'If you want the kid to grow up like how he is in the anime, let him be. He can take care of himself. Don't make him too reliant on you.'

'Stop minding others' business. The little protagonist can solve his own problems and make his own decisions.'

At last, Lucien sighed and gave up the thought. After telling Old Fe he wanted to go back to his personal space to study creating pills, he left Old Fe and Michael to their own discussions.

The sun rose in the sky so quickly. Lucien was still burying his nose in the books about Alchemists when Old Fe called him.

"They're leaving." That's what he said. Old Fe wasn't in the space, but Lucien could hear his voice ringing in the whole cabin house.

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