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]

Lucien vigilantly looked up and found himself face to face with a very ugly, old-fashioned doll dressed in a straw mat.

A small cabin stood at the back of the temple, just as Aiden had described.

The cabin boasted beautifully carved stone decorations, abundant with fresh fruits, lush leaves, and vibrant flowers. If there's one thing that's out of place, it's the doll at the center.

One of its eyes was missing, replaced by messy stitches that covered half of its face. Currently, the hideous doll glared menacingly at both of them.

Sticky, gooey liquid began materializing in its two hands.

The doll's face twisted into an ugly expression. To the point that anyone who sees it feels disgust rather than fear.

The doll kept throwing balls of sticky, gooey liquid in their direction. Lucien pulled Aiden behind his back and deflect the gooey liquid with his blade.

The doll (2)