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Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for. But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again? But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out? And most of it all, why does the school looks like it did just a moment before the apocalypse began? ********** Discord link: https://discord.gg/PNGgcMr **********

MotivatedSloth · Fantasy
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Blades are a man's fantasy

The shadowy realm collapsed around Mathew, letting him back into the reality he considered his own.

"Did you get them?" Nadia asked with her eyes sparking with excitement.

"Get what?" Mathew asked, genuinely confused by both her question and her enthusiasm.

And then, he scoured his mind in the search of what the girl could mean.

'Oh shit,' Mathew cursed in his thoughts when the realization dawned upon him. And before the girl could even answer his own question, Mathew lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, so much changed at the merchant that I forgot about your request," he apologized.

"Huh?" Nadia pulled her eyebrows together. "It wasn't super important so you don't need to feel guilty," she raised her hands and waved them in front of her chest. "And seeing the look on your face, I can tell that something big happened inside," she then added, clearly trying to change the topic away from the one that made Mathew uncomfortable.