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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 417. Avalanche

"Are you still going to guide, Sir?" the priest in charge of accompanying Zein asked him after his third session on the second day of his voluntary assistance. 

"Mm," Zein narrowed his eyes and stared at his palm. He clenched and unclenched his fingers, settling the tingling feeling from the previous guiding. "I still want to get used to this."

As expected, the weirdness of absorbing miasma without touching couldn't be shed in just a day. Since there was a distance between him and the target, there was a delay that would need a few more tries until he could get used to it. As for speed, he could more or less catch to seventy percent of his usual, which was already better than average guides, so he didn't mind much.