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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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What needs to be done

Mathew lay down on the ground. Free from the burden of any comforts, he was down directly on the rubble that covered the school's courtyard.

Only his head was in a bit more comfortable position, resting on Leila's lap.

The girl's hand caressed his head, running up and down his hair and gently massaging his scalp.

They didn't exchange a single word for the longest time, simply staring into the distance at how the sun slowly made its way across the arch of the sky.

'A bit of peace is what I need,' Mathew thought, lowering his eyelids as he felt slowly falling into a shallow slumber.

Right now a short nap was exactly what he needed. A way to detach himself from all the emotions and stakes of the recent events. A moment of respite from all the problems that continued to stack into infinity.

How do we get more cores? What's the move that minimized the risks but increases the possible gains? How should we proceed?