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)

From the top of the highest roof, Radia watched the raid with inescapable crimson eyes.

"Ashur, take Zhan and Gus, and head to the direction of the training ground; you'll meet their dogs on the way, and more should be in the basement doing some cleaning. Take two of the agents with you," he gave the command through the guild's badge. "Abe, use Senia and Hagalaz's long-range dealers to watch the walls. Snipe anyone trying to sneak out."

A shadow formed behind Radia, and a summon jumped out of it. A small individual with a disheveled appearance looked up. "They don't have any tunnel, Master. So weird."

"In that case, there's a possibility of teleportation skill or array," Radia hummed. Or they were just too smug and thought there wouldn't be a case where they would need to run or hide.

Chapter 367. Behind the Door