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There’s No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Zein was a rogue Guide living in the god-forsaken land of the red-zone, guiding for money and survival. Until the guild he used to work with caused a tragedy. Driven by sorrow and guilt, Zein became a mercenary guide in the land bordering the forbidden Deathzone, working like a suicidal monk. One day, an overbearing Esper suddenly appeared and told him, “If you’re so hellbent to die, why don’t you come with me to the Deathzone?” A strange proposition, a nostalgic smirk. Had Zein actually met him before? Following the man into the deadly zone, will Zein find the respite he seeks, or will he get engulfed in a storm? But there’s no such thing as love in the deathzone...is it? * * * The story is set in a sentinel-verse, so there will be: - Sentinel (Esper) and Guide - Dungeon! - Romance - Action - …smut? ;) It’s a (kinda) love story wrapped in dungeon system shenanigans, with abilities and action and whatnot

Aerlev · LGBT+
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552 Chs

Chapter 202. Cocktail of Entropy

"I'm tired of mentioning them, but first--" Bassena raised his index finger and said in an annoyed tone. "Celestia."

"Mm," Zein stirred the coffee in his cup, waiting for the sugar to melt while his mind went back to the memories they were all sharing in Rexon. But it had been months and there was no other news, so he kind of forgot about them. "Do you think they'll still try to take me?"

"They've never stopped, you know."

Zein paused his stirring, turning his head to look at Bassena with a raised brow. The esper looked pissed while absentmindedly chewing on a sour patch.

"Huh..."

Zein shifted his gaze to Jock, who, as always, came as his bodyguard. Since they were in a private setting, Jock wasn't stubbornly standing by the door anymore. Moreover, it was inherently Mortix building, and Bassena was present, so he even allowed himself to have a light drink in the bar with Lex.

"Is that so?" Zein asked.