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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Heated argument and the bet

"We did it!"

It was such a simple shout. Whether one would consider it from the point of semantics, philosophy, or even sentence construction, there could hardly be any simpler sentence.

And yet, in this precise moment, Mathew judged this simple set of three words to be right on the money.

"We did it!" Frank quickly picked up the chat, raising his spear in a triumphant gesture. "We did it!" he shouted again, this time making two of his fellow hunters follow suit.

And soon, everyone outside of the school started chanting with not a single soul paying attention to how it only agitated the zombies who failed to make it through the gate.

"Yay, we did it!" Nadia shouted as she approached Mathew's side. "And what exactly are we celebrating?" she then whispered to his ear, not wanting her question to act like a bucket of cold water for everyone's celebratory mood.

"The conclusion of the first fight of the hunting squad," Mathew whispered back, rolling his eyes.