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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 570. A Silent Battle

"Now!"

The moment Zein gave the order, the B-class guides who had been staring keenly at the miasma storm to look for an opening rushed in, using the path illuminated by the shards. There was no time for hesitation, and they immediately put their hand on the visible black shard.

"Ugh--" Brisk gritted his teeth as the triggered miasma storm assaulted them. Thankfully, the Saint's staff struck the ground, and a field of sanctuary formed to swallow the miasma storm. 

"Focus," the firm but melodious voice rang out, and the guides clenched their jaw, pressing their palm against the black shard's surface.

But focusing wasn't an easy thing to do. even without the miasma disturbance, the storm happening inside the shard itself was something that could only be described as disastrous. Zein had told them it would feel like guiding an esper on the verge of eruption, but this was...