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)

Zein had the laziest day of his life yet.

He spent the whole day being pampered with a feast and hot chocolate, spent the evening making a mess of the bed, had a quick dinner, and back to the mess. Thinking of nothing but the warmth of the man in his arms.

And he woke up with that warmth, arms around his waist and platinum hair strewn across his shoulder. And even after opening his eyes, he just stayed in bed, absentmindedly stroking the esper's head while digesting the newfound bliss of waking up realizing he wasn't alone.

He didn't think about his exercise or his work even though it was Monday of a new month and there should be an executive meeting in the afternoon. He didn't think of anything really, just enjoying the way he slept without nightmares and woke up without his heart feeling constricted and heavy.

Chapter 187. Tranquility