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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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692 Chs

Chapter 145. Dangling Thread

Zein wasn't a picky eater, or rather, someone who grew up without barely any food couldn't afford to be picky. 

That being said, his tongue had been spoiled with many delicacies in the green-zone, things that he had never tasted before. From the cafeteria's food to the more delectable meals that Bassena or Radia took him to, even the junk food that Han Shin ordered for him from time to time.

Among those foods, there was something that he had craved yet hadn't gotten in a while; the taste of a home-cooked meal. 

Zein could cook, just about. But his cooking skill was derived from survival; how to utilize nearly expired canned food and hunted game, or how to fix a meal in the dungeon. He could barely call it cooking, honestly--if someone should throw him a bunch of normal ingredients and seasonings, he would get confused, much more the fancier version.