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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 29

"What?" Tim and Myrin said at the same time in disbelief.

"You can't be serious," Myrin said moving from where he was to Luke. He had this desperate look on his face.

"I wasn't given a time frame to finish my mission," Luke said blankly. "I set three and a half years for myself, I can do whatever I want on this journey as long as I free Nyx or die attempting to," he said so carefreely.

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose. "This doesn't make sense," he said in disbelief. "First of all what are you going to do with Iya, she'll try to kill you," he said.

"That's what Myrin is for," Luke replies pointing at Myrin.

"I'm not saving you from this," Myrin said.

"Then throw my ashes to David's face and collect whatever bounty he has," Luke replies shrugging. "Wait do that, but give him my right hand with the right hand sticking out of it."