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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

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Chapter 468. Traces of The Past

"We need to build a watchtower here and here," Bassena pointed his fingers at some section of the map; the one facing the marsh, and the one on the other side of the ruin.

"Do you think we'll need another beacon in the marsh, Commander?"

"It doesn't hurt to do it," Bassena nodded. "We're gonna have to make it accessible, though. A hard day of magicians works, I think."

Iore groaned but said nothing, just sighed and nodded. Well...people said the best construction workers were the mages after all. Especially those with earth magic--very useful for digging up things and placing building foundations.

"We'll sweep the route once again once the guides finish cleansing everyone--probably in two days," Bassena continued. "We'll let the supply come from the emergency point, and once we're done with the watchtower, as well as the public facilities, we'll continue with establishing the road from here to the Borderland."