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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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Leila's nostalgic illusion

'Nothing that we would struggle with,' Mathew thought as he left for the wall of the compound.

He revealed everything. The cost, the use, and the limitations of each of the upgrades along with their ultimate goal. Yet, once everything was said… nothing was actually done.

'We could barely afford to go through with getting the settlement,' Mathew thought as he managed to find a relatively empty spot where he couldn't see anyone moving around while busy with their own tasks. 'So how the hell are we going to gather more of the cores now?'

The simplest answer was to go on another expedition. Theoretically speaking, they didn't reach the castle that Mathew wanted to check out, so they could try approaching it again.

Yes, theoretically.