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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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Desperate rush

Mathew jumped out. And for a fraction of a second, he became the freest man in the world.

The winds surged past his ears, they pushed against his eyes. And after the short moment of extreme liberation, the rope Mathew wrapped around his hips tensed up before digging hard into his flesh and stopping only when it coiled around his bones.

"Ugh," Mathew uttered a pained sigh when his freefall stopped, replaced by the torture of the rope threatening to cut him in half. Yet, for how awful of a feeling it was, the rope did its job of stopping Mathew's fall and forcing him back toward the building's wall.

Thump.

Mathew's feet struck the wall, transfering some of the force of his jump to his knees. And after another instant of torture of the backlash caused by his jump, Mathew finally stabilized roughly four additional meters above the ground.

"You served me well," Mathew muttered, releasing his blade only to cut himself free of the rope with a single slash.