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)

[The invitation for the shareholder meeting will be sent the day after tomorrow] Darleon reported. [The executives are still on the fence about this meeting, but we pulled through]

"You should," Radia said dryly, the harshness slipping into his tone unintentionally. "We're not a charity foundation."

[...I know] the old man held himself back with a sigh. [The meeting will be on the third. We'll push for another candidate for the Guildmaster position]

"As we agreed, we'll be the one to decide on that."

The call ended and Radia leaned back on the car seat, staring at the street light. Those lights usually delighted him, a sign of the city being alive, which meant safety, and a booming economy. A perfect combination for a merchant and an esper.

Chapter 340. Night Visit