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]

When Leon, Lexi and Stella finished eating, they immediately left their table and went out of the cafeteria. Lucien wanted to follow them but think better of it.

He glanced at the serious villain who was busy writing down something on the tissue he casually found. Lucien arched his brow. The content must be so important that he's so focused about it?

Lucien decided to wait by Keith and inquire what he was writing. Because there's a big possibility it could be another clue.

A few seconds later, Keith slammed the tissue in front of Lucien.

"Can you understand what this means? Yesterday, I saw three of them," Keith pointed at the group of young boys with his chin before he finish his sentence.

"Poking around in a corner just in front of this bookshelf. When I investigate, I found out that the assigned numbers of the books has actually been tampered with. There are dots below on some of the numbers and there are others that don't have the dots."

West Forest