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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 · Fantasi
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410 Chs

High-orbit Sanctuary (correct chapter, correct novel, no mistake here)

[Vitarian Sanctuary Vessel: High Earth orbit]

"This damn fucker!" Castor cursed at the screen displaying the events of sector AH AB 42069. "I gave you such a convenient way to fix this bugged mess and you are not jumping on it like the idiot you are?!"

Castor's hand fell down on the table, repelled by the very energy barrier that made it up.

"So it didn't work either?" Catlea muttered under her nose while trying her best to hide her annoyance.

"At least I contained his unprecedented growth," Castor replied, running his two fingers across the main holo screen and switching the view to the energy plane. "Your idea of limiting his growth and forcing him into a solution if he wants to overcome it was brilliant, thanks," he said, turning around on his levi-chair and nodding his head to his assistant.

"Dully noted," Catlea replied, rolling her eyes only to pick up her pagebook right where she left it.

"Would it kill you to be nice for once?" Castor complained.