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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 83

"Right," Luke said looking at the fairies and puppy Tim asked to check if they were right. He didn't have time to properly check on them and simply just brought them back instructing Myrin to release them from their cages.

"Why'd you bring them back?" Myrin asked.

Luke looked at Tim to explain to him. "Well, we couldn't just leave them to be recaptured again and be sold to another auction," he said.

The children wore shabby and ugly clothes. But they were beautiful now that they could be seen properly with tan skin and white hair. Their eyes were green with a pink lotus symbol on them, as well as their forehead.

"They aren't an ordinary fae breed, they would sell for a lot of money," Myrin said looking at them coldly.

"Were you birthed from the heart of mother?" he asked in the eleven language.

The fairies looked at him unable to speak. Myrin's eyes glow and the children hold their heads in pain, refusing to scream out.