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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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Looking for exploits

This wasn't the first time for Mathew to use the power of touching the grass. But only now he could show the real effect that it had on one's wounds.

"And that's the gist of it," Mathew shook his head to showcase how easy it was for him to move it.

It wasn't as if his body healed. If that were to be the case, there would be fresh skin on his knuckles, where the hard concrete cut his hand open. And yet, the color of the skin was perfectly uniform through Mathew's hand, as if he wasn't injured in the first place.

"That's amazing," Daria blinked her eyes twice only to keep her eyes locked on Mathew's fist.

"It sure it...?" Leila echoed her partner, although her voice had a huge element of hesitation in it.

"I guess you could see that light," Mathew commented.

This little experiment not only allowed him to showcase how useful those merchants could be but also confirmed several theories of his.