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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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[Bonus chapter]The Star and The Flower (1) (M)

How long did it take, before Han Joon found someone waiting for him outside the academy gate, asking him to get in the car and bringing him somewhere?

Twenty-three days.

Twenty-three days of Radia avoiding him like a plague.

Twenty-three days before Radia couldn't take it anymore and summoned him.

He chuckled inwardly and let the staff take him to a hotel. One that was owned by the Mallarc. He wouldn't even be surprised if it was actually owned by Radia himself.

And there he was, inside the topmost suite, sitting on an armchair like the young master that he was; casual, slouched back, arms crossed. Face the epitome of haughtiness. There was a table and a cup of tea in front of him. No other chair.

In that spacious, obviously expensive room, there was only one chair and one table.

Han Joon held back from arching his brow and chuckling. Oh no, he wouldn't give Radia that satisfaction.

But he did say one thing, to properly start.