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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 **********

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To change the class or not to, that's the question

"It appears you were right on the money," Mathew said before releasing a heavy sigh. "But it might be far worse than you expected."

Nadia and Daria tensed up a little. Mathew's words were enough to put them on the edge, but his relatively relaxed, resigned tone also served to limit just how wary they turned.

"What's wrong?" Nadia asked.

"There is a limit to how strong I can grow as a husband," Mathew said in a serious tone and with a serious face. And then, right as his words reached his own ears, his lips turned into a wide smile as he laughed out loud.

"Is this some sort of metaphor?" Daria asked, leaning her head over her shoulder with a confused expression on her face.

"No, I mean it literally." Mathew shook his head a little to calm himself down. "I can only bring my stats up to a hundred and eleven points before I will have to change the class to grow them any further," he explained.