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]

[The progress has reached 80%. Your friend is creeping up behind you to break your leg with the baseball bat.]

A sudden pain came to Keith's leg. He crumpled his knee to clutch his broken ankle. He was about to turn around when the heavy fist landed on his right cheek. The force was so heavy that the momentum made Keith's crumpled figure collapse to the ground with broken teeth.

"This is what you get for being too arrogant, you fucker."

[The progress has reached 85%. Your friend is planning to drag you to the front of the store and ring the alarm to call the zombies in the area.]

'That did not hurt.' Keith could only miserably play dead as he was dragged by his broken ankle. He was grabbed by the neck and hung onto the ice cream counter beside the double doors.

Calm