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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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410 Chs

Strange fight

"Guys, let's focus," Mathew ordered in a hushed tone while raising his hand up.

The young man didn't need to tell the girls to stop. The meaning behind his gesture was obvious enough for the rest of his group to fall into the line and slow down before coming to a complete stop.

"Enemy?" Nadia asked after slowly making her way to Mathew's side.

"I can see a small group of them ahead," Mathew whispered before pointing in the direction of the enemy with his hand. "There isn't enough of them in that group to get any real number of cores," he then commented, judging every possible scenario through the perspective of their objectives.

This was a scouting mission for a reason. A reconnaissance, one could say, as its greatest aim was for Mathew's group to see for themselves how dangerous it was to wander outside the boundary of the fortress.