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)

As midnight rolled by, even the luxurious mansion was draped in a curtain of darkness, as if the earlier merriment was nothing but past glory. In a room where two people slept huddled together on a couch, only a slight flash inside a pair of dark eyes indicated the presence of someone else there.

There was no noise as the man walked by, not even a breathing sound. And when the dark eyes gazed upon the pair on the couch, his figure looked as still as a statue. Under the protection of the night, no one could sense him unless he wanted to be found.

"Cute, aren't they?" he said with an easy smile, to the man who paused at the entrance with a blanket in his arms.

The crimson eyes stared at him with a slight shaking, before the owner closed them for a second. Without responding to him, Radia approached the couch and spread the blanket he held on top of the pair.

Chapter 101. Midnight Waltz