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)

When Bassena opened his eyes, he realized he was still laying his head on Zein's chest, and still had his arms around the guide's torso, while a hand had been gently caressing his hair.

He closed his eyes again, absorbing the blissful moment that felt like a dream. Zein had always been an active person in the morning, so it was rare to have the guide still in the bed with him when he was already awake, and Bassena wanted to appreciate every single second of it.

But of course, Zein had enough experience to know if someone was really asleep or not. That being said, instead of opening his eyes and waking up, Bassena only tightened his hold around the guide's upper body, which rewarded him a light flick on his temple, but also a crisp sound of a melodious laugh.

"Fine, I'll just order some delivery then," Zein, who was already playing with his commlink, swept his fingers over the hovering screen.

Chapter 275. False Hope