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]

Leon looked between his sister and Lucien.

Lexi brought out her weapon, the bow she snap into two that instantly became two scimitars earlier was now connected into one again. Appearing more like a bow. And it has a silver arrow attached to it.

"There are many types of ghosts." Lexi started to say. Her hand suddenly strung up the arrow and aim at the door.

Leon immediately scrambled to his feet, his eyes became vigilant and alert.

"The nasty ones are the parasitic types." Her arrow shoots straight towards the door.

The door rattled at the arrow's force. Lucien stared at the arrow with furrowed brows. Then he open his mouth and asked.

As if on cue, a piercing scream erupted from the struck door. A sharp red liquid trickled down and the door's flat surface started to change in shape.

"Ghost sucker?" Leon asked in disdain.

Bows and arrows