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)

"Favor?" the President narrowed his eyes. It was apparent that he was displeased, but his voice stayed amiable and soft; the persona he always crafted during his election.

Or perhaps because Radia had mentioned it was the matter of Old Houses.

And in that matter, the President was actually below Radia in status. While the red-haired summoner was the appointed heir of the Mallarc, Li Caishen wasn't in a direct line of successor, despite his position.

He stared at the pair of crimson eyes, who bore the cold look of disappointment, for some reason. And then he glanced at the group standing not far from them; the mix of the best in their league. They stayed a bit far away, as if to prevent themselves from entering the discussion. The power that bound the bodyguards and presidential staff, however, showed that they were standing behind those crimson eyes.

Chapter 360. The Big League