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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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560 Chs

Chapter 447. Taste of Darkness

"You're so silly," Gus sighed as he watched Zhan put the motorcycle inside a storage ring.

"Shut up! There might be a place where I can ride this inside," the spearman spat after stubbornly putting his sweet ride inside. "Isn't there a city ruin or something?"

"Don't cry to me if your bike got damaged later," the swordsman scoffed. "There's no repair garage here, just so you know."

Zhan belatedly blinked and turned toward Han Shin. "I didn't take mechanical course," the healer shrugged. 

"Tsk."

Ron laughed inwardly as he watched these high-rank espers bickering before at the edge of the jungle. It was an unthinkable thing to do for him and the other Unit personnel, even if Ron himself was an A-class esper. Even during the excursion last year, they weren't this relaxed. But then again, there were only Bassena and that markswoman as proper damage dealers.