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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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448 Chs

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"Lord Raine, do you believe he will come out unscathed by the poisonous blood?"

The woman noticed her Lord's sudden interest in the young man. He had a little expectation of the young man's performance. 

"Yes." 

"Wanna bet?" She suggested. The man paused. 

"If we wage bets now, you will lose." 

She smiled. "So confident, my Lord—" she came to an abrupt halt when she noticed the young man standing up straight.

He looked just the same. The black overcoat jacket he wore over his head has large holes in it from the puppet's blood.

He was unscathed and well. Not a single trace of blood poisoning in his complexion. 

"Ha.ha." The singular sarcastic laugh from the woman made the man raise his brow in amusement. 

Whenever she laughs like that, it means she's pissed. She raised her long fingers to tamper with the puppets again, but the man stopped him. 

"Let it be. We need him alive to entertain us. He's no use to us dead."