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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 536. A Divine Spoil

"It's been a while," Zein did not bother with glib and addressed the Goddess directly.

Well, it was through Her proxy, but same different.

"Indeed," the Goddess smiled through Her proxy; the pale blue eyes gleamed beneath the dimming Sky Garden. "I have been drowning in anxiety for the past two years."

"You are?" Zein raised his brows in surprise--not for the fact that the Goddess felt anxious, but because She said it so blatantly.

If it was meant to make him more relaxed, it worked.

"Is there a need for pretense between us anymore?" the Goddess shrugged. "It's not like you're going to ever change your mind and become my Saint in the future."

"True," Zein chuckled and crossed the last border.

This time, Frejya did not invite him to sit on the boulder, but on a proper picnic blanket with a chees and fruit board. A bottle of wine and two glasses were there too, one of them already filled and refilled.