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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 62

'Should I use a sword or a gun?' Luke thought. "615.2, alternate between sword and gun, type gun: pistols, blasts: twenty percent," he said. "Also force field covering cone around seventy-centimeter radius from the core."

"Something is happening!" someone in the crowd pointed out when two pieces of the cone floated to Luke's hands and turned into pistols.

Luke held them up and was finally ready.

Boulders were being thrown at him. He shoots at the boulders and they shatter. 'We are allowed to go all out, but now is not the time,' he thought running to Luke.

Dodging as he went along the way. 'If he can only throw rocks and make columns, this is going to be a bree--' He tripped and fell face first.

When he tried to move, he realized his feet were stuck to the ground. "Oh my--" he said and saw columns coming towards him. "615.2, three-sixty, guns. blasts fifteen!" he said in a hurry as he felt his impending doom coming fast.