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Force to protect the Male Lead [BL]

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. _______________________________________________ Updates are on Wednesday and Thursday

phoenixhyperion · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
448 Chs

Interview

Lucien stood dumbly in front of the Player's Association.

He frowned at the place, confused. If the terminal did not indicate the direction through the map, he would not have known where to find it.

He was taken by surprise to see that the building itself is actually the Player's Association. The first floor's building is like a western coliseum placed in the middle of mid - century gothic design.

The second floor is more modernized, with taller buildings, wide expanse glass walls.

Lucien stared at the gloomy sky of the second floor, as if waiting for something to be dropped in front of him.

The paper slip given by the system was clutched tightly in his hand. He was nervous. He remembered those men in black from the Player's Association.

They were present in every instance game and floor trials. Granting entrance to players, monitoring their scores if they are qualified to play.