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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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She's the strongest

"Are you really sure about it?" Daria asked after pulling Mathew to the back of the group, some distance away from the rest of the hunters.

They were still close enough to rush back into action if another unexpected event were to take place, but far enough not to let the hunters and newbies hear what they were talking about.

"The funeral?" Mathew asked while sending a glance at where all the members of the expedition gathered.

Just like Mathew suggested, Castor organized a few things that he could find around before using those newfound tools to prepare a burial site for his wife.

Letting the girl rest was nowhere near enough to let him soothe his grief… but it was something. Something that likely no other member currently participating in the expedition could expect for themselves.