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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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Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 6

As Agni expected, Ron got tired after a while--not to mention hungry--so he stopped and threw himself to the bed in annoyance. He turned his head toward the thermal bag the berserker left for him, staring dagger at its metallic surface as his brain tried to weigh his hunger against his pride.

The groaning sound from his stomach decided for him. 

"I need energy if I want to face that damn giant," he grumbled while snatching the thermal bag.

The content was...not very desirable: bread, jerky, protein bars, canned...soup? But then again, it was the borderland, and it wasn't very different from what he packed in his bag--fuck, where is his bag?!