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Freeman (BL)

Luke Freeman, the genius of the century, just got out of prison, after being falsely imprisoned there for two years for the murder of his guardian. When he got out, he was assigned a therapist by his best friend. He doesn't like his therapist, Tim. He always tries to get involved in his personal life, and there is no escaping their weekly session together. Unfortunately, for him though, a laboratory accident lands him and his therapist a thousand and five hundred years in the past, but the worst part is that they aren't in their sixteenth century, the sixteenth century of a different dimension. Fortunately, Luke's guardian who is supposed to be dead is here as well... But he is here ruling as an evil king, who is slowly turning this dimension into what is his definition of the perfect world. That's not good. Now, Luke, Tim, and a group of people from this world are on a mission to stop the evil ruler from his mission. However, this might be a fun adventure for Luke and Tim. "Ugh, I wish I had a full glass of ninety-eight percent alcohol in my system," Luke commented boredly. "But that would kill you," Time replies. Luke rolls his eyes. "That is the f**king point, roach." Or maybe not...

SOS_2506 · LGBT+
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106 Chs

Chapter 31

When they got inside the gates of Shakya, they were met with cars, very old cars.

"I've only seen in museums and old movies," Tim whispered in Luke's ear. "Do you think it even works?"

"I think so," Luke whispers back.

 "We are taking the royal carriages," One of the guards said.

River nodded and turned to Luke. "Lu--Karissa why don't you follow us to the palace," she said.

Luke smiled softly at her. "I don't think it would be polite," he refused looking at Quincy who was signalling him to refuse.

"I'm sure we'll find our way," he said softly. "Now be on your way princess," he said patting her shoulder.

After waving them goodbye, their attention turned to the soldiers who were guiding them. Lloyd who is under Myrin's spell and the other one who is being bewitched by beauty.

"Shall we lead you to your inn?"

Myrin smiled politely. "We'd appreciate that," he said.