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)

"That's new," Radia tilted his head when he saw the long white staff in Zein's hand. He glanced at Bassena, and it didn't seem like the esper had seen it too.

The staff felt weird and out of place; white and beautiful in this dark and dreary place, nestled in the hand of someone wearing an all-black combat uniform and spreading a fierce aura ready for a battle. Still, it was beautiful. And in this place, a beautiful thing was synonymous with hope.

Naturally, they were drawn to it.

"What is...that, Captain?" Nadia looked at the staff with widened eyes.

"Hmm...that looks like something the Saintess used," Tian Yu stroked his chin after looking at the staff from a closer distance.

Zein's reply, understandably, garnered a hard reaction and a series of 'what?!' from the onlooker. Bassena, especially, almost dropped his glass.

Even forgetting his own censorship.

Chapter 569. To The Crying Child