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]

Dwayne gave Raven a confused look. Raven stared back with an icy glare, making Dwayne flinch. He immediately looked away and murmured,

"Uhm, that white cat is not mine. That… That cat came to me at my previous part-time job. Every early morning after my shift, it would wait for me by my bike. It was so cute and adorable that I would stash cat treats from the store to give it. However, it never ate them. I was really sad because last week the convenience store where I worked part-time closed. I thought I would never see the cat again, but that wasn't the case."

Dwayne glanced at Raven, who was still looking at him with icy indifference. Nervously, Dwayne just opened his mouth, and words spilled out. It was a habit he had developed over the years—whenever he was nervous, he just babbled on. Other boys his age found it annoying, but girls liked it and would even pinch his cheek whenever he shied away and mumbled.

Lose