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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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698 Chs

Chapter 51. Let’s Do This

That single piece of information effectively rendered the whole room speechless. Even Radia seemed to only hear about it now. He raised his brows and smiled in amusement.

How fascinating.

"Fully—what...h-how?" Abel stared at Zein with a whole new look in his eyes; Astonishment, disbelief, confusion.

But the guide soon calmed himself down. He recalled then, that there was a huge discrepancy among A-class guides. It was because the determining factor to decide an A-class was by fully lighting up the measuring plate. But there was no way to precisely measure how big an A-class vessel was. They were guides with the biggest vessel below the Temple-raised Saints. Whether it was just slightly bigger than the minimum requirement, or so big it nearing the Saint's vessel—no device could measure that.

So his doubt easily vanished just like that, thinking that Zein must have a huge vessel—bigger than him, obviously. "Wow," it was replaced by genuine astonishment.