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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 207. Announcement

There were roughly 192 registered guilds in Eastern Federation, and even more mercenary groups--some registered, but more were unknown.

Not every guild and group was invited to the annual gathering. But what that meant was that not everyone could come inside the conference room. The association building itself was free to be visited by anyone, so even those who weren't invited could come. 

For these people, and those who come with the invited groups but had no quota to sit inside, a screen was available outside the conference hall for them to spectate.

Those who got invited were given two seats each inside the conference room. Unless you were a sponsor, then the quota was doubled. Trinity, or rather, Mortix, was one of those, so Zein could come inside. Rina was already there, waving cutely at them to come and be quick about it.