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)

When Zein was still drowned in the nostalgic pulsing of the shard, the tinted glass suddenly turned transparent, giving the guide a clear view of the wide space behind it.

"Here, you can see it better this way," Eugene said from the said, hands on a button beside the glass wall. "Well, although you'll be going there shortly."

Inside the room was an apparatus that held the transparent tube where the shard was floating inside it, glowing bright like always. It was connected to various reading devices that Zein couldn't really understand.

But he did understand that the shard was responding to his presence. As if proving his conjecture, the door to the adjacent room was flung open, and an older female researcher spoke with a surprised face.

"The mana wave is fluctuating!" she informed them with a voice filled with urgency, confusion, and joy all mixed into one.

Chapter 69. Project Fragment