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]

What's surprising is that the statue of a god sitting on the throne is identical to the man who was strangling the woman at the center.

Before Lucien and Leon could react, the strangled woman was already dead. Her eyes have rolled at the back of her head. Her body has stiffen, her two arms falling limply to the ground.

After knowing she was dead, the man threw her body aside and glared at Lucien and Leon.

His eyes were all white with no eyeballs. His expression was fierce as he glared at them.

"Who are you?" Leon was tense as he asked.

The man did not answer. He just rushed straight at them, his fist ready to pulverize their faces.

Leon was able to avoid getting hit at the last minute. The man's iron fist hit the door behind them. The impact is so immense the door crumble into tidbits.

"Fuck, what the heck is that strength?!" Leon cussed.

The man shot them a death glare.

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