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 Michael in front of Lucien is much more mature than the original Michael he gained to know.

This change in attitude is not affecting Lucien's opinion in the slightest. What he was curious about is the murderer the system warned him.

He swept his gaze steadily around the area. The young disciple who drag Lucien around appeared unceremoniously by his side. His delight expression is unfathomable. He grabbed Lucien's arm and pulled him to stand by the flowerbed on the roadside and looked into the distance. Finally, he exclaimed excitedly: "The Emperor's carriage is here."

Lucien turned towards where the young disciple is looking at.

There are a small group of people marching with silvet armour at front. Their faces can't be seen through the heavy helmet. Behind them, a black carriage moved slowly behind the float.

Sitting inside and waving to the people was the Emperor of some unknown distant land.

Northern Summer Kingdom