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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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540 Chs

Chapter 228. Another Year of Being Alive

"ZEIN!"

A familiar loud voice started the guide awake. The blue eyes blinked toward the dark ceiling, feeling confused. The voice was familiar, but coming from someone that wasn't supposed to be there.

"Is that...Shin?" Zein squinted drowsily at the sunlight that peeked inside the bedroom. They only went to sleep after dawn, so he was unbearably sleepy.

That being said, he was the type to be immediately alerted to even a slightly loud noise, due to his cautious upbringing--unlike Bassena. So he couldn't help but immediately roused. He raised his upper body for a bit, but he felt resistace from the arm slung over his torso.

"Just ignore him..." Bassena mumbled against his neck, pulling Zein closer to him instead. 

For a second, Zein was contemplating doing just that; he was too sleepy and Bassena's body heat was too nice. But the voice calling him was keep on repeating.

"Zein!! Zein!"