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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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"Either way," Beatrice threw a short glance at Marcus' lowered head before moving her eyes back to Mathew's face. "Are you done with the expedition?" she asked while crossing her arms on her chest.

"Only partially," Mathew shook his head. "We couldn't really go to check out the main objective when we stumbled upon all those people," he added while looking over his shoulder at the crowd passing through the school gates.

Those people were making all sorts of faces. Some were amazed by just how much space Mathew had under his control at this camp. Others were looking at the ruins of the southern wing with terror while the rest mostly looked around the place, looking all anxious.

"Oh, on another note, I can't see…"

Mathew sharply raised his head, giving the woman a tense look.

'I kept Daria's presence under wraps all this time. Is she really going to ask about her with Marcus still by our side?' Mathew thought, gritting his teeth.