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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

Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 7

"Here," Agni places a mug with steaming hot coffee in front of the kid--licensed esper.

It was the only mug he had, so he poured the rest of the coffee into his flask and drank it from there while sitting on the other chair. Ron grabbed the hot coffee and blew on it before sipping on it little by little and making a satisfied face right after. But then, he felt the amused gaze of the older man and immediately put on a stoic mask.

Smiling inwardly, Agni held out his hand toward the young esper. "Hive me your hands."

Ron was frowning at first, but when he saw Agni take out a key, he immediately shoved his shackled wrists toward the berserker. When he was finally free, he rubbed the reddened wrists which was no one's fault but himself, glancing at the berserker.

"...thank you," Ron gripped the mug and mumbled behind it. Agni raised his brow in response, and the young scout glared at him again. "What?"