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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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410 Chs

Isn't this fight... too easy?

Mathew jumped over the car.

At this point, avoiding zombie detection would be counterproductive. Instead, he wanted to draw all of their attention onto himself.

'Mind's flesh!' he shouted in his thoughts, producing as many mana-hands as he could and reaching with them for the heads of the nearest zombies.

Meanwhile, Nadia rolled over to the side of the car. She nearly laid herself flat on the ground, pressing her legs against the asphalt of the road while burying her fingers into the road as far as she could reach.

"I've got you now," she whispered, her eyes flashing with red.

And right as Mathew pulled out the heads of roughly twenty zombies at once, Nadia sprung her entire body forward.

'Damn,' Mathew gulped his saliva down, watching how the girl turned into a frisk of red. She jumped from zombie to zombie-like some sort of bouncing ball. Every zombie in her path would end up torn into shreds, leaving a bloody trail in her wake.