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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 63

The fight between Lloyd and Prince Hadrian started strong with Lloyd pulling his bow and shooting three arrows which spilt into several arrows and Hadrian deflected them.

Luke frowned. He didn't know Lloyd could do that. 'When did he develop that?' he thought as he watched the fight commence.

Lloyd continued to shoot arrows at the prince, while Hadrian deflected and dodged as he ran closer to Lloyd, who floated in the air and continued shooting more arrows.

Hadrian jumps and swings at Lloyd and breaks his bow.

Lloyd flies down. Holding the broken bow. Hadrian lands and holds his sword up at Lloyd.

"This was not cheap to buy!" Lloyd said seemingly upset, but the grin on his face said otherwise.

"I'm sorry?" Prince Hadrian said in confusion letting down his sword.

Lloyd scratched the back of his head. "It's fine," he said. "But this means I would no longer be able to hold back."