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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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Chapter 471. Chipping the Mountain

"Ouch..." Han Shin rubbed the back of his head as they walked together toward the command center. "Hey, I think this is swollen," the healer protested, and when the perpetrator ignored him, he turned to the perpetrator's boyfriend. "Zeeein!"

"You're a healer, so heal it yourself," Zein said without care, and Han Shin pouted in disappointment.

"You're so cold now...even though I worked hard to take care of your kids..."

Bassena scoffed, but Zein chuckled and patted the healer's head--nothing more. "Then stop spreading stuff to my kids, huh?"

Han Shin grinned and poured his mana to the back of his head, getting rid of the pain a Saint-class magician-warrior-hybrid's palm caused. He stared at the back of Bassena's head with narrowed eyes--not for revenge, but to scan the man. He took out a measuring device to make sure, and just as he thought, Bassena was clean. The cleanest of the clean, as if no speck of miasma had ever entered his system.

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