Aerlev

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?


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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

There’s No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

"Ashur!" a loud voice reverberated in Trinity's parking lot, prompting the man with tanned skin to stop and looked back. A gorgeous woman just stepped out of her car, looking like she just came out of a commercial.


There was a saying in the sentinel community that Trinity's secret recruitment condition was to be good-looking. At least, the executives and the people who always came in front of the screen did look like celebrities, and a lot of them actually were celebrities. The easiest example of this was their vice-guildmaster, Bassena Vaski himself.


People who didn't like Trinity used this particular trait to call them 'agency' as in entertainment company rather than a guild. The finance department didn't care—one of the guild's biggest revenue indeed came from the commercial works.


One of those celebrities was the pretty esper, who walked elegantly toward the man she just called, long legs swaying mystically like a peacock. "They said the Guildmaster is preparing something?"


Chapter 64. Black Uniform