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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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Chapter 392. Blossoming Confetti

This was the first time Zein stood before the house's front door, funnily enough.

All this time, they had been going round the side of the house, straight toward the backyard where the lake was. But for the first time, Zein would spend his night inside the house instead of camping outside, so it was appropriate to finally use the front door.

The interior work had been completed since last week, and Senan had put the keys in Zein's hand immediately. Another set of keys was kept by Senan, as the Iron Shield's representative. Supposedly, a guard, a housekeeper, and a gardener would be stationed here starting this week, but Zein had asked the estate to be emptied for his vacation. 

"Hmm..." he hesitated after entering the key.

"Why?"

"I'm kind of nervous," Zein confessed.