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)

"Come here," Zein reached out his arms, pulling Bassena closer and closed the door with his other hand.

The moment that drenched head touched the guide's shoulder, Bassena held Zein tight in a movement that felt like an automatic reaction rather than a conscious response, and pulled the guide into his embrace, as if holding into a lifeline. "I'm sorry," the voice, which came from the lips pressed on the crook of Zein's neck, was hoarse and shaking.

"It's not your fault," Zein had no idea what Bassena apologized for, but he could make several guesses, which all had something to do with the Golden Viper and the Vaski.

"I'm sorry," Bassena still whispered weakly, and probably, it wasn't merely a case of feeling guilty by association.

Chapter 150. Downpour