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)

Following a faint red footprints, Rina climbed the stairs until she reached an arrow sign that said rooftop. At the end of the stairs, she found two things; the rooftop door, and a crouching Han Shin.

"Shin? Why are you here?" she asked the healer, who, instead of going to the rooftop to heal Zein as he intended earlier, was crouching beside the door with his head between his knees. "What about Zein?"

"...later," he replied quietly with a restrained voice, as if holding back on his tears. "Let's...let's come in later...okay?"

Rina shifted his gaze toward the rooftop door, and faintly, through her heightened sense, she could feel the presence of two people, and the sound of choking sobs.

Chapter 302. Twilight