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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

Terrible

Langris looked at Lucien's retreating back with a complicated gaze. He was about to open his mouth and say something when Dan interrupted him. 

"Your job is to take care of that kid." Dan pointed to Misha, who was sprawled on his shoulders. 

"Don't lose focus. Misha is an indispensable member of the association. Without him, our props are nothing."

Langris fell silent. "But that kid is a newbie. How will he be able to take care of himself without having someone to back him up?"

Dan smiled at Langris helplessly.

"Look at his feet."

Langris stared at Lucien and saw something wrong in his shadow. The faint light should not cast their shadows, but at Lucien's feet, there is a distinct shadow that follows him everywhere.

It did not follow his movement or what he was doing at all. It simply puffed up and bounced like a puffing ball at Lucien's steps. Like a small child that was pleased to follow at it's parent's pace.