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]

"And then?" Aiden sharply interrogated.

"You brought me here just to check its me? Fuck, you actually dare?"

The being sensed something is wrong. It shivered in fright and did not dare to speak again. It covered its arms around its nape and shivered uncontrollably.

"You took me away from him?" The being can sense that Aiden is close to erupting. Because he was looking forward to meet his boss, he forgot about his explosive temper.

Many servants lose their limbs and lives due to his boss temper. The being immediately reacted. It gravel to the ground and scrape its sharp claws to the hard floor. Its forehead kissing the dirt.

"Bring me back to him." The coldness and sharpness present in his voice is enough to paralyze the being's nerves. The crimson in his eyes is sharper and clearer than the rest of his face.

Demons