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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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692 Chs

Chapter 194. Felling A Tree

"I will register myself as Ishtera."

Zein looked straight into the Elder's eyes, which were shaking before. Now, those eyes were blinking in surprise. He stopped talking, letting his words sink into their mind.

"Y-you mean...you'll take your father's legacy, Young Master?" the Elder asked, with a small trembling in his voice.

Zein swallowed his sigh. He waited until the police officer--Cohen--finished serving the tea before explaining himself. "I'll say this upfront; I don't intend on reviving the clan," he said, sweeping stern gaze to the Elder and the middle-aged man, Senan.

"Then..."

"What I want is to take the name that both my parents left me. I think I owed them that much for birthing me into existence," Zein rubbed his wrist, feeling the pulsing vein beneath. "But the clan, and the organization, I would like you to stop."