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)

"Can I see you again?" Xue Ren stared at Zein with sparkling eyes, although he managed to hold back from holding the older guide's hands—their espers had been busy making sure there was at least a meter of space between them during luncheon.

"Why not?" Zein shrugged. "Maybe after everything's over."

"It's a promise!" Ren pointed to the older guide, and repeated once again before being ushered inside the car.

Zein watched the car leaving the guild compound and chuckled when Bassena waved at it, looking happier about their departure than their arrival, even though they were basically allies now.

"Why are you still getting jealous?" Zein asked during their journey back to the top floor, and Bassena pursed his lips as he replied quietly.

Zein raised his brow and tilted his head. "Even though I already confess my feelings for you?"

Chapter 309. Rotten Roots