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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 · Fantasy
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I can understand them

"That was… strange," Mathew commented on Daria's words once she finally disappeared from their view.

The look on his face was pretty peculiar. Yet, the hardships connected to traversing the area of the collapsed southern wing allowed the young man to hide his expression.

"It might surprise you, but I can actually understand her," Nadia replied in a feeble voice. And then, before Mathew could take another step, she leaped forward only to snuggle up to his side.

She didn't say anything further, opting to immerse herself in the warmth of her partner's arm instead.

"Dear?" Mathew asked, looking down and to the side at the girl's head. He couldn't look Nadia in the eyes as she hid her face in the side of his shoulder.

'Isn't our height difference too damn convenient for her?' Mathew complained in his insides. Yet, he had a very minimal amount of self-preservation instinct that stopped him from voicing this complaint.