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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 343. Welcome to the Club

"He's not coming?" Bassena raised his brow when Zein exited the empty guildmaster's office.

"Well, he's not there," the guide shrugged. "Maybe he's in Mortix?"

Bassena shook his head as he turned back to his office. "I asked the people there, but they said he is scheduled to be in the guild today."

"Hmm..." Zein followed Bassena with a slight frown, looking up at the ceiling in ponder. "Maybe...he just wants to get away for a bit."

"Well, I can imagine him avoiding all of the birthday messages," the esper threw himself to the couch, and his commlink lit up just then. "Hmm? What is this..." he stared at the screen and raised his brow. "...Protocol Iris?"

Zein tilted his head, canceling his intention to sit down. "What's that?"