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 does not know how he did it. He just did it.

He was huffing and barely catching his breath. He is now standing in front of the City Association. Unlike the neighborhood he and his friends lived in, this place is still bustling with people.

Lucien did not hesitate to run in front of the gate and went to find Lester.

He knew Lester did not recognize him but he can make him remember. It's not impossible. Keith and Jeff was able to remember.

So there should be a way. Back in the Player's Association, Lester has been kind to him. Lucien knew this man will help him.

He approached the front desk with tired legs. His knees were about to give in.

"Are you alright, Sir?" The woman in the counter noticed him and saw him heaving heavily as he catch his breath.

"Lester… Is Lester here? One of your staff. He greeted us back in our neighborhood. He escorted us here, do you know?"

Threat