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)

"Will you stay here...after it's done?"

Senan asked it carefully, observing Zein's reaction with rapt attention. The man in question let go of his esper's cheek, and glanced slightly at the old man's direction. It was clearly written in those eyes what the old man wanted to hear--what image he was drawing in his mind; remnant of the past that he failed to protect.

Zein understood this. But understanding and fulfilling it was a different matter.

"Hmm..." the blue eyes shifted to gaze at the esper that was patting his freshly squeezed cheeks. Bassena tilted his head, looking at the guide confusedly with a big 'what' within the ambers. Zein smiled slightly as he made his reply. "I don't think I'll use it as a permanent resident."

Chapter 233. Because I Know