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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 266. The Northern Lake

Among all of the safe zones in the continent, it was said that the Northern Lake Temple was the most beautiful. 

Just like its name, there was a huge lake with clear water and a sparkling surface reflecting the sunshine. Small, floating white flowers adorned the lake while blossoming trees surrounded the body of water.

In the middle of that huge lake, was a big, lush tree that could be seen from the moment one stepped into the safe zone. It was from between its roots that the lake water came from, and it was around the gigantic trunk the Temple was sprung, stood atop the canopy of branches and carved into the side of the tree. 

If the Temple of Mago had an outer and inner sanctuary, the Temple of Frejya had a lower, middle, and peak sanctuary. The building was made of beautiful, white timber, seemingly carved without any nails or joints. Vines and ivy climbed along the pillars and the walls of the Temple, with colorful flowers sprouting here and there.