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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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718 Chs

Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 14

"Yo, good job, Cap!" Esther patted the berserker's shoulder with a wide grin. "The pay this time is extra nice! I heard you were going the extra mile to make sure it was safe safe. Thanks!"

Agni, however, ignored her as he walked past with a blank expression. His eyes were so dazed and unfocused that Esther wondered how he could still reach his quarters in that state. 

"Did something happen there?" she tilted her head, but when she turned toward the other espers who came in that mission, they just shrugged. So she turned toward the only one who had become the source of Agni's concern these past few months. "You know something?"

Ron stopped beside the senior esper, watching Agni's dazed back with a small smile. "Maybe?"

Esther narrowed her eyes and arched her brow. As someone who had been teasing both of them for fun, it didn't take long for her to have a guess. She smirked and flicked the young esper's forehead. "What a brave soul."