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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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Clash on the roof

'Calm down,' Peter thought, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He held the air in his lungs, turning his chin up as if he wanted to bathe his face in the warm rays of the setting sun.

Peter gradually released the air out before finally raising his lips back up. He then took another breath and…

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Peter shouted from the bottom of his lungs, bringing his eyes down and throwing a furious look all over the roof.

The people all around didn't know how to react.

They did everything exactly how they trained. The second the horde appeared, their brought down all the wrath of the modern warfare upon them, showering them with bullets and mortar shells while they were all grouped up before switching to precise fire to take down the rest and then following up with a ground assault to clean up the stragglers.