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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+
Classificações insuficientes
718 Chs

Chapter 540. Black Curtain

The first thing Zein felt when he entered the fog was heaviness, like waddling through the mud.

And then, he took a breath.

And choked.

It felt like he was inhaling a thick smoke that prompted his body to stiffen. If he were to take off his mask at the edge of the Deathzone, it would feel like this. But he was wearing Mortix's latest filtering mask; an advanced version that was specially created for the Deathzone.

Which meant it was bad. Really, really bad.

"Zein!"

"Young Master!"

Zein could hear people calling out to him, but he was too dizzy to respond. His legs felt weak and he thought he was falling for a second, before a sturdy and warm arm grabbed him tightly. In the next second, a faint warmth from his ear and his wrist traveled to his whole body, and in relief, he felt his mind calming from the initial panic of failing to breathe.