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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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Tight space and its rules

"Were you guys using this path all this time?" Carol asked in a whinny voice as she struggled to come up the shaft. Even though there was a ladder there for an easily accessible means of traversing it, it was still fitted in an extremely cramped space.

Were any member of Mathew's group considerably bigger, they could potentially struggle with even taking this path up to the top floor.

"Yeah," Mathew replied, making sure to keep his eyes locked on the ladder. Even though he was climbing the ladder above his new wife, he could tell that looking down could potentially disastrous outcome down the line, once he would rest with his harem to sleep.

"How about making a rope ladder and throwing it down the main staircase?" Carol then suggested, only to release an exhausted moan.