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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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552 Chs

Chapter 511. Pursuit

"My apologies, Sir Vaski," the senior reporter hurriedly apologized, followed by some of the other reporters. "They misspoke. Please forgive them as they are still young--"

"Young?" Bassena scoffed, although he did step back to let the reporters breathe. "They are older than half the people here."

The senior reporter pressed his lips and bowed while apologizing once again. Thankfully, someone came to divert Bassena's attention from them.

"Bas, do you need me?" Ron tilted his body slightly to observe the poor reporters eclipsed by the Saint-class.

"Yeah," Bassena turned around, but the reporters were yet brave enough to let out a breath of relief. "Please escort them back to the Borderland. I'm sorry for doing this when you're just here, but--"

"It's fine, I understand," Ron glanced at the two trembling reporters who were in the direct line of Bassena's ire earlier. "You want me to tell the Captain too, right?"