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)

It was a beautiful, bright spring day; the breeze was cool and nice, combined with the warm sunlight and the scent of flowers in full bloom. The driveway uphill was lined up with pink and white blossom, fluttering in the soft wind blowing from the sea.

It was a perfect day for a wedding.

If only the groom could enjoy the beauty of the scenery. Unfortunately, Asa was busy fanning himself with the card where he had written his vow, looking like a respiratory patient running away from the hospital.

If the patient wore a dashing navy suit.

Breathing fast and heavy as the guests started to fill the seats facing the altar, Asa took rapid breaths and exhaled harshly. "Oh, Gods...oh, Gods..."

"Breath," his twin gave useless advice, but at least the esper's larger build could hide Asa from the guests' eyes.

Side Story 4. Endless Journey - 74