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]

"Hehe a human. A human! A human flesh!"

The voice grew sharper and harsher, like nails scratching against glass: "Want to kill, want to tear, want to cut open your skin and feed on human flesh..."

Lucien listened closely, he did not struggle as he was drag along right to the inside of the room.

The small black hands wrapped itself around his waist, gripping his ankles and wrists.

When he was dragged into the room, Lucien pressed the eyecatching red button in the detector.

Soon afterwards, the black hands let out a sharp scream, "No! No! What is this?! What is this?!"

The shrill voice of the ghost drilled into Lucien's ears. The room is small and the whole place stink of dead rats.

Lucien calmly lowered his eyes. There were no other expressions on his face. He just calmly look down at the detector on his hand as it absorb the ghost's negative energy.

The girl's remains