There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Technically, the real safe zones in the Continent were those within the proximity of towers and temples. The approximately ten kilometers radius around these structures was the real safe zones where dungeons would never generate.

But due to this special condition, it was agreed that this zone, which was also called the white-zone, would be a free zone where the authority to manage it fell into the tower and temple’s management. This meant, no sentinel or government authority, as well as civilian residence could exist there.

Thus, the safest zone people could actually live in was not the safe zone, but the green-zone. Most of the big guilds’ headquarters, top companies, conglomerates, and other top figures of the world lived in the green zone. It was a place that could only be frequented by the elites, and the dream space of most people. The rate of dungeon’s generation was low, and even then, a lot of competent espers lived in the neighborhood, so casualties by dungeon were lower than a traffic accident.

That was why, the gate leading to the green-zone had that moniker; the Gate of Security.

Eastern Federation, which encompassed Area 10 to 14 of the sixteen areas under the World Government, had three towers and one temple in its territory—in other words, four green-zones. The Capital of the Federation was located in the green-zone of Area 12, Rexon, but Area 13 was its mecca of commerce and entertainment.

And now, Zein was standing inside the gate of Area 13’s green-zone, Althrea. The inter-zone bus could only come to the gate and not further. They had to go through individual inspections before they were given a pass—unless they already had a green-zone residence permit.

Zein had no residence permit, of course. He barely had a birth certificate, after all. But the Captain’s clearance also included a letter of recommendation to the Guide Central Agency, since Zein had finally thought it would be good to have a legal license. The letter itself gave him a clear, since the military seal from the Captain still hold some weight.

But what gave him further perks was the permit bearing the Mortix logo. Instantly, the slouching officers straightened up their backs, and they observed Zein more carefully then.

Zein didn’t exactly look neat, since he had spent days on the road. But fortunately for him, he wore the SavAsh combat uniform that Mortix provided for him during the expedition, as well as the high-end mask. His nonchalant, confident attitude and his clear, sharp gaze complimented this look, and the officers immediately thought he was one of Mortix’s staff—although why would a staff of Mortix traveled by normal bus was beyond them.

The misunderstanding not only granted Zein an easy pass, but also had him guided by an overly friendly officer toward one of the best-looking shuttle buses that would bring him to the center of Althrea.

It was then that Zein realized how big was Mortix’s influence in the Eastern Federation. Especially in this city dedicated to commerce, Mortix Group probably had as much authority as the government, and conglomerates like Radia Mallarc were probably treated like a king, seeing how nice they treated Zein with only speculation of him being a staff.