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)

"Hey," the one that greeted him in the lobby was nonother than the Chief Guide himself. "You went out for a bit and something happened?"


"Life is adventurous," Zein shrugged, walking nonchalantly toward the smaller guide. 


On Saturday afternoon, the guild building was pretty deserted. Two strike squad was still raiding high-class dungeons in another area along with the two 5-stars Zein still hadn't met till now, and the rest of the espers were enjoying their weekend. Even most of the civilian workers were free on the weekend, so there were only a handful of people in the guild.


"You did as I told you, right?" Abel stopped the taller guide, putting his palm against the other's chest.


The smaller guide nodded, and then, after a few seconds of silence, asked cautiously. "How is it?"


Chapter 63. A Short Rest