There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Chapter 43. Where the Journey End

When Zein came out of the shower, the tent was already vacant. There was a trace of someone tidying it up, an old sheet heaped in the corner, and a new one already being placed—a little crooked, but still decent. New shirt laid down atop the bed, along with his neatly folded jacket.

He could see two bottles of water on top of the bedside cabinet, alongside some energy bars that espers usually used for provisions inside the dungeons.

Zein stared at everything in silence, standing still for a while before walking listlessly into the bed, chucking his old, dirty shirt and donning the new one. He slumped into the bed after, drained.

He shouldn’t have moved around after emptying his mental energy like that, but he really needed to be alone and drowned in the sound of water, digging himself back out of the deep sea of darkness.

How ironic. He was brimming with so much magic energy he could probably take down a high-class mob beast on his own. But no matter how much mana he had, it could do nothing to his empty mental energy reserve.

This was why burnout was the biggest enemy of guides.

With the last drop of willpower that he had, Zein grabbed the water bottle and the energy bars. In his state, these two were better than a full-course meal, since he doubt he could chew or digest things properly.

Seemed like Bassena had a decent understanding of a guide’s burnout at least, and made a proper follow-up. Well, seeing how big his capacity was, the esper probably drained a lot of guides throughout his career.

Bassena...

Zein stared at his commlink; a string of messages from the esper was already there, waiting for him to open it.

[I’m sorry]

Zein stared at the hovering screen, laying on his stomach with his cheek pressed against the fresh sheet, eyes reading the lines.

[It seems like you want me to leave you alone, so I will, for now]

[I hope you have a good rest]

Well, he was true about that; Zein did want to be left alone. Perhaps this was his punishment, since he wanted to run away from his messy thought through that sex. And now he was left with even messier thoughts.

The only good news was that he felt so mentally exhausted he might just pass out from the burnout.

Still, he tried to read the rest of the message.

[I know you’re angry, and I would like to apologize properly later]

[so, please allow me to do it]

[I want to talk, so...]

[please don’t avoid me later]

[please]

[I’m sorry]

Zein blinked at the rows of messages. Somehow, he could picture Bassena typing it with a frown and bitten lips, anxiety plastered on his face. But...

Was he angry?

Zein turned his body, laying on his back and stared at the ceiling. It was the first time he had a whole tent for himself during the trip, and it allowed him to think about various things, although he desperately didn’t want to.

So, was he angry?

Zein tried to remember what kind of emotional state he was in. He hadn’t experienced burnout since he was fourteen, and it was overwhelming.

He was pissed that he allow it to happen. He despised the fact that he lost control, and that he let Bassena continue even though he had enough magic energy to kick and punched a five-star esper at least twice.

He loathed the fact that he had lost to his guide’s primal instinct.

And losing to this instinct, despite his decade-long effort to subdue it, meant that the attachment had taken root too deep—deeper than he thought. Deeper than he initially allowed it to be.

It was still vivid in his mind, even as he felt hazy about anything else, the sheer thrill and pleasure building from the rush, from getting swept by the whirlpool and drowning to the bottom of the sea.

And he still remembered it, the way Bassena frowned and scrunched his face as the esper, like him, failed to control his urge. The way the man looked at him apologetically, eyes blazing with both guilt and desire.

If only...

If only Bassena had tried to defend himself, acting like he couldn’t help it and that Zein just had to accept it...

If only Bassena had acted like those entitled espers who pursued him in the past.

Like it was Zein’s duty to serve him.

Then Zein would be able to scorn him easily, to loathe him, and see him as nothing more than those awful, power-drunk espers.

And it would be so much easier to curb this growing attachment that taking roots deeper like a core fragment.

As it was, Zein couldn’t do that.

He looked at the ceiling, fingers wrapped around the beads of his necklace and closed his eyes. No, wasn’t angry.

He was scared.

* * *

"Are you crazy?!" Han Shin hissed in a subdued voice. He almost couldn’t hold his voice as his hand clutched the measurement device.

The device was blinking a blank screen. White. Zero. A clean slate.

He glared at Bassena, who was looking down with both hands propping his head. If the man wasn’t looking so miserable, Han Shin would have already scolded him some more.

"If this happened in the middle—"

"It happened because this is the last day," Bassena replied in a dejected voice. In fact, he’d been talking in a depressed tone for a while, ever since he came back from who knows where.

The problem was he came back alone, eyes sharp and looking all healthy, yet with a troubling expression and an anxious gaze. Han Shin had dragged him away from the others since the man looked suspiciously well and unwell at the same time, and pulled out a measurement device because he thought Bassena was in a high level of corrosion.

But what was projected on the device screen was the complete opposite.

Bassena was completely clean, with no speck of corrosion inside his system, as if he had never touched a miasma once in his life.

It was then that Han Shin realized what transpired during the hour of Bassena’s and Zein’s disappearance. But, shouldn’t this smitten simp come back happily then? With an annoying, smug smirk on his face?

But why was he coming back like someone who just getting jilted in the altar by their one true love?

And why was Zein still not present?

And then it occurred to him that to be able to bring someone with Bassena’s capacity into a clean slate, there should be a price to pay. And a high one.

A burnout.

"Are you trying to kill someone in the middle of a mission?!" he stomped his foot to the ground. "I thought you were just going to flirt with him? Not to incapacitate him?!"

Bassena gritted his teeth. He didn’t even have any excuse for what transpired earlier. Of course, burnout wasn’t exactly a deadly occurrence for guides. It was like mana deficiency for espers, which wasn’t preferable and could make them really sick, but people wouldn’t die for it.

Still, just like any illness, it wasn’t something anyone would willingly want to experience unless they were paid to do so—guiding to the maximum of one’s capacity. Certainly, it wasn’t something one would like to experience in a place like the Deathzone.

"You did it with consent, right?"

Bassena snapped at that. "Of course we did! Are you crazy?!"