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)

"But do you know your commlink had been blinking for a while now?"

Bassena almost cursed out loud. "I know," he said with a subdued frustration. It had been blinking and vibrating since Zein threw the paper cup into the trash bin.

"So why do you ignore it?" the guide raised his brow, glancing at the device in Bassena's wrist.

Smiling his way to ignore the rising fury, Bassena leaned his upper body to block the guide's gaze to his commlink. "Because I don't want this nice little date to be ruined," he said in the calmest tone he could muster, emphasizing the word 'date' for a bit.

It hadn't even been fifteen minutes since he dragged Zein to this quiet little corner, and already something was trying to obstruct him. Again. Was the universe truly hating the notion of giving him a little chance on wooing his crush?

Chapter 148. The Bane of Great Power