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)

"So you're the owner of Seven Ether?" Zein blinked, wasn't really sure about the accuracy of his own processing thought.

"Not anymore," Bassena laughed. "But I have the biggest share here."

Seven Ether began as a workshop to satiate Bassena's mother, Svadiva Vaski's hobby. Something she owned secretly outside of the Vaskis to keep her sane. She used to bring little Bassena there, telling the boy it was their secret. And the little boy kept that secret even after she died.

But like all structures, it was bound to collapse when the foundation was gone. Despite already making preparation for her own possible departure, the workshop was crumbling. The artisans were splitting away, leaving to pursue their own interests. The only one who stayed was the old man.

Chapter 129. Paladin’s Tear