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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 603. White Shore

When Bassena Vaski became the youngest esper to reach the Saint Class, Ophiucus gave him a blessing that could only be said to be groundbreaking; chances.

Not just one, but three chances of avoiding death.

[Second Skin of Immortality] was a skill that would heal all kinds of injury, no matter how critical it was. As long as the pulse was still there, he would be healed completely.

Ever since he received that blessing, Bassena had only used it once; when he was trapped in a black dungeon alone. And he was glad he never used the other two.

Because he needed them both.

The blessing only worked for the one who received it, and it only worked when Bassena was dying. For it to work on someone else, he could only think of one thing.

"Hah...I can't believe he stabbed his own heart to trigger it," someone with a robe slithering around his body like a snake muttered while shaking his head in exasperation.