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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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540 Chs

Chapter 381. Suicidal Loyalist

Zein looked around the table; they had brought several tables and put them together to form one big feast table, filling it with a rich and decadent spread of food. Bassena even took out his grill and let the young members of the Iron Shield--Arlo and his younger cousins--man the expensive meat he brought.

The highlight of it was the cured dragon meat which he grilled himself, since no one was brave enough to handle the kind of meat they never even dreamt of eating. Senan decorated the feast table with the flowers he personally picked from the garden, showing off an old man's delicate side.

For this occasion, they even brought a cask of wine, generously served to everyone. Even the teenage kids were given a small glass, since it was a family event anyway. Those who were younger, however, were only allowed to take a sip from their parents' glass.

"It's Master Roan's favorite," the Elder told Zein. "I'm glad they still produce it."