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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 45. Where Paths Are Laid

"I...must have been more exhausted than I thought..."

Zein blinked at his dorm room's ceiling, before staring at the clock that indicated breakfast had passed without his participation. Thanks to that, even though his stomach grumbled, his body felt refreshed.

He had worried that he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly in the Unit's regular, hard mattress after spending two weeks laying in Mortix's bed, but turned out, once he laid his head on the pillow, he went straight to deep sleep, even though he usually slept the latest and woke the earliest.

"No one woke me?" he grumbled, and got up with a yawn. Staring at the SavAsh jacket draped over the bedside cabinet, Zein rummaged through the inner pocket to fish out an energy bar—what was left of the sustenance Bassena left him that night.

Haa...even though he woke up feeling refreshed, his mind still felt like a swirling mess.