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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...

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106 Chs

Chapter 104

"So you can't travel the ocean because Poseidon forbade you from crossing it?" Joan said. "That is going to be tough," she said.

"Yes," Luke replied nodding. "I have an idea on how to get to the dark continent but it might take longer to get there," he said.

"There's no way to get there by land," Joan replied frowning. "What are you planning?" she asked.

"There is no way to get there by land and now sea, but you never said anything about getting there on air," Luke said.

"Archangels," Joan said.

"That's a problem, but let's just hope they don't notice us in the air," Luke said. "If not we have to deal with residing here permanently," he said to Tim.

"I'm not entirely against that," Tim said honestly. "But if you are going to create a plane, how do you plan on doing that?" he asked. "You aren't exactly some sort of aerodynamics engineer."

"I can always figure that out later."

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