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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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Chapter 318. Baiting and Baited

"What chance?"

Darleon frowned. This man had just told him he wouldn't hesitate to attack Celestia, and he said it was a chance?

The crimson eyes closed as the lips below formed a subtle smile. "During my academy days, every time we talked about guild and espers, it had always been Celestia...Celestia..." Radia said, suddenly walking down memory lane, which only grew Darleon's confusion. "The guild of Celestia, the espers of Celestia...it was a textbook example, a study material, a standard to be adhered to. As someone who planned to make my own guild, I had to cram those things in my head."

The glory of Celestia was undisputed. It was the culmination of the Eastern Federation's five best guilds, merged into one so the nation would have a strong tree everyone could take a shade in. It was the pillar of Eastern Federation's sentinel community, so they could stand in equal prowess with the other nations.