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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 · LGBTQ+
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770 Chs

Chapter 130. The Thrill of Reprimand

"Did I not tell you about what I would do if I catch you not resting?" 

What greeted Zein and Bassena once they stepped into the Chairman's office was a reprimand. The crimson eyes stared at them sharply while they sat on the couch like two naughty kids having been caught playing out while they were sick.

"You said if you 'catch me in the guild'," Zein shrugged. "This is not the guild."

Technically, that was true, and Bassena grinned at that response. 

"Wow, and here I thought you're the sensible one, Luzein."

Oh...Zein blinked. So that was what it felt when someone berated you using your full name. 

The guildmaster, sitting with crossed legs in front of them, cocked his index finger to beckon the guide, and Zein somehow felt it was thrilling to be scolded. So he uncharacteristically leaned forward over the table, until Radia could snatch his jaw and stared hard into the blue eyes.