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There’s No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

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? * * * 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

Aerlev · LGBT+
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551 Chs

Chapter 114. Restraint and Reward

The sailing around the lake felt too short, but they had to come back when the sun was setting. 

Looking outside the glass wall of his hotel bedroom toward the dark lake later that night, Zein wondered if it was possible to sail in Althrea's river and moat. He reckoned it was wide enough, although Zein had no clue about the depth. 

"You're not getting bored of it, huh?" Bassena chuckled at the guide, who was standing before the wall with a drink in his hand, enjoying his moment before sleep. 

"Why would I be?" Zein replied easily, only glancing at the esper through the reflection on the glass. 

It took him twenty-seven years to see his first clean, fresh river and lake that could be drunk directly without the need for many filtering machines to get rid of the miasma infused in the water. Zein didn't think he would get bored of staring at them anytime soon.