Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

“Get off!” Mathew barked, slapping down at Daria’s hand before leaning forward and pulling his pants back up.

Now that the system finally reacted, there was no reason whatsoever for him to keep up with this charade.

“HAH?!” Daria uttered a weird cry, mixing both surprise, pain, and anger. “The heck do you want, then?!”

But Mathew didn’t reply. Instead, he took a quick look at the status window that floated directly between the two girls.

[Wife #2]

[Name: Leila Hussate/Daria Paternal]

[Age: 19/19]

[Level: 1/1]

[Race: Human/Human]

[Class: None/Seductress]

[Status: Confused/Shocked + Embarassed]

‘What the hell?’ Mathew thought, confused to the end of his wits. ‘Why are the two of them considered a single wife?’ he asked himself, only to shake his head.

“What’s important is that it worked,” Mathew then muttered, his thoughts slipping through his lips.

“Huh?” Leila uttered a small moan of surprise when she heard Mathew’s words. “What worked?” she asked, pulling herself up from the floor and taking a long, inquisitive look at Mathew’s face.

“It’s easier to show than it is to tell,” Mathew muttered in response as his eyes moved towards the second half-transparent window that he could see between the girls.

[System alert]

[Host can donate the accumulated levels]

[Pick a wife to donate levels]

The intention of this window was clear, and it finally explained the one line of Mathew’s own system that he couldn’t understand.

‘Just to be sure,’ Mathew thought, ignoring both of the girls as he scrambled around the room to find something reflective. And just like before, a single glance at the window embedded into the outer doors of the shed was enough to confirm his doubts.

[Mathew Karian]

[Level – 1/1]

[Vitality – 13]

[Brawn – 13]

[Agility – 14]

[Mind – 0]

[Arcane – 0]

[Total – 20]

[Accumulated Levels – 1]

‘Not a single of my stats increased, despite how I killed quite a few zombies on this floor,’ Mathew noticed, only for his eyes to move over to the bottommost line of his own status.

For a moment, he simply stared at the words visible in his reflection. And then, he turned his head back toward the girls.

“I’m pretty confused about what the hell is going on myself,” Mathew announced to the dismay of the girls. “But at the very least, we did something good,” he claimed before putting his hands on his hips and looking at the girls with his eyes squinted a little.

“Now then, I’m not sure how exactly it will work, so I need you two to decide who wants to fight,” Mathew claimed before crossing his arms on his chest and turning silent.

“I will,” Leila was quick to react, raising her hand along with speaking out.

“If you are just trying to play along, then I have some bad news for you,” Mathew warned as he shook his head. “This is as real as it gets. But if you are still sure…”

“I will fight,” Leila repeated, her eyes flashing with a spark of determination.

“Fine,” Mathew nodded his head before turning around and moving back to the classroom. He then grabbed one of the nearby tables before putting it closer to the girls and looking up at Leila’s face.

“Smash it with all your might, as if your life depended on it,” he ordered before taking a step back to give the girl some room.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Daria flared up, tightening her hands into fists. “Do you want her to break her hands or what?” she asked in a confrontational tone, clearly unwilling to take Mathew’s bullshit any longer.

“Right now, I’m showing you that I’m not just some crazy idiot,” Mathew replied calmly before moving his eyes to Leila. “Continue.”

“It’s fine,” Leila threw towards her partner before taking one last look at the table. She then closed her eyes, screamed out, and smashed her fist down at the table.

The unfortunate piece of furniture made a small noise when its structure came to a test… But in the end, Leila’s attack turned out to be way too weak to do anything.

“Are you happy now?” Leila asked, turning her face towards the young man while raising her hand to massage it with her other.

In the end, smashing one’s hand into a thick layer of laminated wood wasn’t the most pleasurable experience.

“I need you to wait for a second,” Mathew ordered before recalling all of the things he saw in the status windows.

“Leila Hussate, donate level,” Mathew spoke out.

The girl shrugged, not expecting Mathew to suddenly bring out her surname… Surname that the young man had no way of knowing.

“Not it, huh?” Mathew muttered to himself when he confirmed that there was no change to the status of the girls.

“Maybe…” Mathew muttered while rubbing his chin. Then, his eyes flashed up. “Second wife, donate level,” he spoke.

[Donation accepted]

A single line of text appeared before Mathew’s eyes only to disappear the very second he read through it. And when he took a glance at the status of the girls, he finally noticed some small change.

[Level: 1/2]

“Fuck,” Mathew cussed under his nose before turning his eyes towards Daria.

“What, finally made up your mind?” the girl asked, grabbing her own tits only to shake them.

Yet, rather than looking at her plump bosom that half of the school’s male populace would kill to get a single glance at, Mathew moved his eyes towards the girl’s status again.

[Status: Confused/Shocked + Extremely Embarassed]

“You actually never did it, did you?” Mathew muttered, realizing the obvious conclusion to the equation of the girl’s behavior and her state of mind revealed by her status.

“What?” Daria froze, not expecting Mathew to suddenly say something like that.

“Either way, I fucked up,” Mathew waved his hand to drop the former topic before admitting his fault. “But is it safe to assume that the two of you have roughly the same level of strength?” he then asked, still hoping to proceed with the showcase.

“No,” Leila shook her head sideways, “Daria was always stronger than me,” she admitted, her cheeks turning red as she averted her eyes.

“But she still wouldn’t be able to smash through the wood of the table, right?” Mathew asked, quickly losing hope for his current plan.

“I happened to strike my desk in anger a few times,” Daria somehow managed to rein in her anger when she noticed that Mathew’s questions, despite being extremely weird, were strangely specific.

In other words, his words didn’t sound like the words of someone who had lost his mind and was just living his fantasies.

“Did you manage to break it?” Mathew asked, drilling the same question as before.

“No,” Daria replied shortly, cutting straight to the chase.

Mathew then released a heavy sigh. And then, he turned around and pointed at the same desk that Leila had attempted to smash before.

There was no need for words. Now that Daria realized Mathew wasn’t some kind of horny animal, she was a bit more willing to at least see through his strange game.

She then approached the desk, a look of hesitation appearing on her face. And just as she raised her hand to attempt smashing the desk, Mathew couldn’t help but notice.

‘They wiggle super nice,’ he thought, allowing his mind a tiny moment of respite, a short moment of rest from thinking about the coming fight, system, and the apocalypse in general.

And then, Daria smashed her fists into the table…

Breaking it in half.