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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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540 Chs

Chapter 422. Souvenir

Zein opened his eyes as he felt light footsteps approaching the room. Although he only had four hours of sleep, he was instantly alert. Despite his body feeling like it had just rolled around in a high-ranked dungeon, his mind was as fresh as it could get.

It could be because he was inside the Temple, or because his heart and soul were fed well.

He let out an unconscious smile and stroked the head still snuggling on his neck. Carefully, he slipped out of Bassena's embrace, who was groaning and whining in his sleep at the loss of Zein's warmth. He had to plant soothing kisses on the esper's face until Bassena returned to sleep while clutching a pillow as a substitute. 

Swiftly, Zein snatched a night robe to cover himself and opened the door before a small fist and a white paw could knock against it. He looked down and smiled at the pair of a girl and a white rabbit pausing with their hands in the air.