There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Chapter 428. Bucket List (1)

"Oh, it’s done!"

Bassena looked at the building at the end of the street. It was easily the biggest compound in the whole town; bigger than the residential housing or the Landlord’s place, even.

It wasn’t the size that garnered attention, though; it was the pristine condition. Unlike the other building, this one looked new. And it wasn’t just new; it was clearly made with better materials than the ones used by the other buildings in the town. The color was bright, as if challenging the murky air and the dry soil.

As if inviting the brightness in those children’s faces. They ran around the yard and the new playing ground right across the building, the sight brought a smile to Bassena’s masked face.

"Hmm...this feels rather weird," he scratched on the mask, something he had never worn before.

"You don’t have to wear it," Zein shrugged. "We’ve arrived anyway."

Honestly, it felt weird for him too, after months of not wearing one. Rather than to filter the air, however, their mask was used more to disguise themselves. They even wore lower-quality clothes, covering their whole body tightly just like the locals.

Well, Zein was a local.

While people in the red-zone wouldn’t flock to them or anything, Zein still preferred to avoid any attention during their visit. Sure, people might look at them dubiously the moment they knew the two strangers were going to the big new building at the edge of the residential area, but otherwise...

"It’s fine, I’ll wear it since we matched," the esper said cheekily.

Zein snorted and wondered what was that business about being ’older’ than him even meant. He shook his head and brushed the platinum fringe falling over the amber eyes beneath the hood. "Hmm...I kind of like this look," he said with a hidden smirk beneath the mask. "It makes your eye color pop, reminding me of that day in the cave."

Bassena gasped. "You’re flirting in front of children, now?"

The brush ended up as a flick, eliciting crisp laughter from the esper that garnered the attention of the playing children, as well as the staff. One of them was Old Man Dan’s daughter who spearheaded the project. She gasped and ran toward the two guests--or rather, the owner?

"Oh, you’re here!" her bright smile could be seen clearly even inside the stuffy air.

It was the first time Zein came to visit after the orphanage officially operated. She wasn’t disappointed or anything; she knew enough from the news how busy the guide was. But she couldn’t help but worry that the one who built this place wouldn’t be able to see it before he marched to the Deathzone.

It felt like the place was incomplete before the founder personally checked on it.

"I don’t know you’d be managing this too," Zein greeted her. He did receive the report that the building had been completed, and the Scarlet Moon had helped with relocating not just the orphan, but all the children of Araka there. He did not, however, check the details on the management team.

Aida Lin smiled, gesturing to them to move inside. "There’s already a trusted management--you can have faith in them, Sir; they have been doing social work for more than a decade. But I decided to stay here until everything ran smoothly," she explained. "After all, I had an experience of living in the red-zone--albeit only a few years in my childhood."

Zein raised his brow. "Have you told your father?"

"He’ll understand."

"Are you sure?"

She laughed and glanced back at the pair of concerned blue eyes. "I can handle him," she said. "I want to do this because I know how difficult it is for children to live in this kind of place. He should be able to understand that."

Zein stared at the stubbornness that he knew for sure came from her father. "If you say so," he chuckled and continued to follow the laughing lady. She brought them to the square where they could see the layout of the building clearly.

There were three halls in total; one for the dormitory, one for classes, and one for management. All of them stood individually, but were also connected by corridors and bridges. The land between the buildings was used to set up physical training equipment and more playgrounds.

"The names of the halls sound familiar," Bassena commented with a smile. Aiden Hall, Hayden Hall, and Lucia Hall. "Wouldn’t your father feel jealous?"

"He never lived in the red-zone," Zein shrugged casually, eliciting a laugh from the esper.

"It’s always nice here, lots of laughter."

A loud, heavy, familiar voice greeted them from behind. Zein knew that voice even without the need to turn around. "You’re here Miss Patron?"

"Patron my ass," Alma scoffed and hugged Zein tightly. "Call me a Guardian Goddess or something."

"Fine, Goddess..." Zein rolled his eyes, but Bassena noticed the brighter tone in his voice. "Thanks, anyway."

Again, the berserker just scoffed. "Something decent finally happening in this place--do you think I’ll let some fucktards mess with it?"