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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 **********

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3rd, 4th and 5th alleys

"Whoever was responsible for figuring out this layout… really has something wrong with their heads,' Mathew thought as he pried his eyes open and allowed the sight of the changed merchant's space to seep into his eyes.

The last time when he used it this place consisted of several different shelves with various items stacked on each of them. And for the customer's convenience, each shelf held a different set of items so that one wouldn't look for supplies in the area designed for weapons.

But now, those shelves were all gone, reduced to atoms. And they were replaced with what looked like one of the massive warehouses Mathew used to work part-time at.

'I wonder if it's possible to find a pallet truck anywhere here,' Mathew thought as he took a first step between the massive shelves that rose thrice his height to the undefined sky.