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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 · ファンタジー
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Back to tribal times

"They've started to take apart their last layer of barricades," Norbert reported with his eyes closed.

He then took a deep breath and opened his eyes before looking at Mathew, clearly expecting him to give the order.

Yet, as seconds continued to tick by, Mathew kept his mouth shut, showing no intentions of speaking out.

"Shouldn't we go in?" Nadia suggested with an uneasy look on her face. Her expression appeared to scream worry that their argument from two days ago at the school's staircase could possibly resurface.

Mathew held on with his lips pursed into a thin line. He took a deep breath and looked around.

And just like one would expect, everyone's attention was currently centered on him.

"Guys…" Mathew finally spoke up, only to throw another look around before shaking his head. "I never expected I would need to say it out loud. But ask yourself this," Mathew requested.

He then turned his eyes to Nadia's face and forced her to withhold his intense stare.