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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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"I wish to apply," one of the male survivors stood up the moment Mathew's words rang out. "I wish to become a hunter," he said, looking straight into the young man's eyes.

'Why do you wish for that?" Mathew then asked, leaning his head to the side as a small smile emerged on his lips.

"I... huh?" The student initially failed to answer, taken aback by the sudden question. "Didn't you want five volunteers?"

Mathew's smile grew just a tiny bit bigger than before.

"That's true," he said, nodding his head. "But that doesn't mean I'm willing to accept everyone," he pointed out, leaning his head over his other shoulder. "That's why I will ask again. Why do you want to join the hunting squad?"

This time, the first volunteer didn't answer right away. He moved his eyes to the side instead, raising his arm to scratch the side of his head.