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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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763 Chs

Chapter 54. Riverside Night

"Good evening, my dear Guide,"

Zein stared at the charming smile that reminded him of the billboard's ads, and swung the door close. "Try again."

In a swiftness befitting the Saint-class title, Bassena grasped the door to prevent it from closing, forcing his head between the gap with a twitching grin. "My bad, my bad, I won't do it again."

"What won't you do again?" Zein held the door handle, no longer pushing it close, but also not releasing.

"Umm...calling you 'my dear Guide'?" Bassena grinned, but upon Zein's deadpan expression, immediately thought of another. "No? Uh—what then?"

With his free hand, the guide reached out and pinched the esper's cheek, pulling the tough skin with a bit of magic energy until Bassena winced. "Ah—what? What?"

"Don't use that smile at me," Zein said dryly, before letting go of the door and walking inside.