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 slammed his palm on the table to open the gateway, but it was no use. The table is still right under him, but the surroundings have changed. Or more like he was transported right where he was earlier with Old Fe.

Old Fe shook his head and hummed softly.

"Children should not be disobedient. Didn't your parents tell you that?"

This angered Lucien more.  The fuck with children. Why do all the demons he encounters have an obsession with children?

This fucking piece of shit is still smiling despite his mask being seen through. The fuck, is this what you call meeting a professional double faced bastard?

His old habit of cussing is surfacing again. He tried to tone it down whenever the little protagonist was around, but fuck, who cares?

"Didn't your fucking parents tell you your smile is creepy?"

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