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 first quick to react is Keith. He immediately grab Lucien's hand and step forward, stretching a hand towards Lucien and urging him to step back. This position made it seem as if Keith is protecting Lucien.

"Sorry, elder brothers. We are trying to get inside the library but the front door is locked. And we find it tiring to climb to the third floor just to get inside so we want to detour to the entrance at the back and save more time."

Then the big guy in the middle grunted before he growled. "No exception. This is our turf. No one is allowed to step a foot inside. Just get your ass on those little stairs and exercise those flimsy bones kid."

"Hehe, okay. Okay, we understand. Sorry man. We'll go on our way then."

It was such a relief that Keith and Lucien were not followed. Although they felt the eyes of these young athletes following them, the two did not dare to look behind.

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