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 egg landed on the men in black overalls and opened up like a smokescreen. The next second,

The deafening explosion threw the men off their feet.

A strong acrid smell waft through the air. Lucien watch with sharp eyes as the men grovel in the ground, holding their throats and gag.

"Wow!" Langris marveled. "These balls, they aren't poisonous aren't they?"

Langris approached the three men who held the box on their hands.

"No, sir. Misha gave these balls to us. Sir Dan suggested that if we get ambushed by players we must use these to render them unconscious."

"Hahaha!!" Langris laughter echoed in the street.

"Misha that bastard, he should have given us these new inventions of his right from the start. This is the first time one of his creations ever has some use." Langris's face is coated with dirt and plastered with mud but his smile almost shun the others because of its brilliance.

You are a demon slayer