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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
Not enough ratings
443 Chs

Keith - Encounter

So a Survivor Player can be bitten? 

Keith studied the middle aged man crazed eyes. Beneath the expression, there was still a bit of sense and sanity left. Surely this man will turn into a cannibal sooner or later, it was only a matter of time. 

So it's better to kill him beforehand. 

"Survivor Player or not, I'm afraid you'll gonna need to die today." 

"Huh?!" The middle aged man's grip on Keith's arm tightened. "Kill?! Who are you going to kill? Me?! You kids don't –"

Before he get to speak another word, blood gushed out from his neck. Keith only pointed the blade at the back using his free hand. He did not use much force but he was able to cut off the man's head. 

It was all thanks to the blade. 

"Eh?" The middle aged man had no time to resist. He just collapsed in a heap of dead pile in the ground. His head tumbling down while the rest of him block the stairs.