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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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762 Chs

Chapter 575. Not a Miracle

"Sir Jock and Miss Eleanor are..."

Cohen looked so horrified that he couldn't quite finish his sentence, as if he couldn't find the words to describe the situation. Zein and Bassena didn't need more explanation to know it was bad, however, and they immediately moved to where they could hear the sound of commotion. 

"What happened--"

Just like Cohen, Bassena couldn't finish his question when he saw the two--or rather, when he saw Jock. 

Holding Eleanor in one hand, his other hand was practically non-functional. And that was because half of his body had been burnt severely; his skin was either blackened or melted completely, revealing the cooked flesh underneath. His bone could be seen in his arm, and one of his legs was dragging without any, holding onto a piece of skin. Half of his face was burnt; singed hair melted into his skull.