SOS_2506

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...

Freeman (BL)

"You're back," Lloyd said when he saw Luke the next day.

"Yes, I am back," Luke replies. "You've made your weapon?" he asked.

"I bought it, half the class did," Lloyd replied.

"So you've already made your weapon," Lloyd said slowly.

"Yes," Luke replied. "I plan on testing it later in the evening."

"What if it doesn't work?" Lloyd asked.

Luke turned to him slowly. "I'm not attending the battle royale then... I always have a perfect excuse," he said. "But it will surely work."

In the evening when Luke was about to summon Tim. Lloyd came in with Collin, Richard, Milly, and Victoria.

"What are you guys doing here?" Luke said pinching the bridge of his eyebrow.

"I invited them to watch," Lloyd said smiling innocently. Luke could swear that anytime this boy smiles innocently, be sees a fluffy tail wagging as if begging for some praise.

Chapter 59