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)

It was clear that the guides—the two women and Zein—were no longer in a state of emotional balance, so he decided they needed a space to calm down for now.

"Do you have a place we could use to talk?" Bassena asked the daughter, gesturing to him and Zein. "Someplace quiet, hmm... the bathroom is okay too."

"Oh, we...we have a guest bedroom," she swiftly answered, seemingly arriving at the same conclusion as Bassena. She stood up and gestured toward the hallway. "I'll show you."

Bassena nodded and whispered at his guide, holding the cold hand firmly, leading the older man to the spare bedroom that only had a mattress and nothing else. He said his gratitude to the daughter, before closing the door with a quiet sigh.

Chapter 291. Warm Blanket