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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 409. The Second Demand

There was a lot to unpack within that statement;

That Zein called them money-grubber, that he thought the templars were useless, and that it was only the first demand. 

How many would there be, exactly?

"Excuse me, Sir; did you just call our guards...dolls?" Rounan asked as politely as he could while clenching his fists beneath his wide sleeves.

"Aren't they?" the blue eyes swept over the guards in scrutinizing gaze; at the people who were clad in expensive and sturdy armor and kept high-quality weapons by their side. "What's the use of guards in a place called the safe-zone? Rather laughable, isn't it?"

The word safe was uttered in such mockery and hatred that rather than angry, they felt embarrassed instead.