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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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Weapons' honors

"I'm back," Mathew whispered as soon as the shadowy realm around him collapsed.

The trips to the merchant's subspace took a strange kind of toll on the young man's mind. It wasn't tiring like strategizing or solving exercises. It wasn't exhausting like hard labor either.

Yet, the act of passing between the real world and the merchant's subspace continued to wear Mathew's mind away.

"Are those...?" Leila asked, stretching her hand out and pointing at the set of different weapons almost falling out of Mathew's hands.

"Yeah," Mathew nodded his head before carefully removing the first of the sabers. "Here," he said, passing it over to the girl.

"Thanks," Leila nodded her head, accepting the weapon with proper honors.