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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+
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422 Chs

Unlucky (4)

"Like, hand, hand literally my hand?"

"I will use this very hand of mine to dig out its eyeball?" 

The Wild King could not understand why this particular master was not worried about the time. 

Less than five minutes left before the invincibility will disappear. The Wild King takes it upon himself to show everything into action and not speak a word. 

With a snap, the blade tattoo on Lucien's left wrist came to life. Lucien stared, surprised at the small blade in his hand. 

[Master, please use that. There's not much time.]

A familiar hummed came out from the blade. Lucien can't explain it why, when he hadn't held a blade before, but it felt that he had always used this blade. Feeling so right in his hand, there's no awkwardness nor uncomfortable feeling. Just perfect.

[Master, four minutes left.] The Wild King patiently reminded.