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8.29% Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse / Chapter 34: Weapon Delivery

Chapter 34: Weapon Delivery

Mathew posed his question. And then he waited. And waited. And once some amount of time had passed, he moved his eyes from the thickest part of the shadow back towards the shelf with the scrolls.

'If it didn't reply right away, it likely wouldn't answer at all,' Mathew thought before focusing on the names written on the plaquette below every scroll on the shelf.

"Patterns of spread, fortress establishment, and strategies, level information, class information..." Mathew mouthed the words, going through them all one by one.

"If this isn't a treasure trove of knowledge, then I don't know what is," Mathew whispered to himself before throwing a glance towards the thick part of the shadow again.

"How much for those scrolls?" he asked, pointing his finger at the shelf in general.

"Unable to answer," the robotic voice appeared right away.

"How about this scroll then?" Mathew changed his question, moving his hand to point at the scroll named 'Class Information".

"Fifty points," the robotic voice wasn't late this time. Yet, despite refusing to give the tally for all the scrolls before, it clearly didn't mind sharing the prices of each individual item.

"What's with this lack of accommodation?" Mathew muttered as he shook his head sideways. He quickly recalled, though, that he wasn't in some kind of grocery where the word of a customer was a word of law.

He was in a shop of a merchant that appeared at the same time as the apocalypse, and from the looks of the names of just a few scrolls picked at random, this shop was strictly tied to the very apocalypse that was happening.

In other words, the times when the customer was always right were already over. As such, Mathew could only complain under his nose before accepting the truth before his eyes.

"How about this scroll?" Mathew moved his hand over to another interesting piece. This time, it was one named "Strategems of battling the monsters."

"A hundred coins," the robotic voice of the merchant replied without even a hint of hesitation, proving that there wasn't likely any point in trying to kick the price a little bit lower.

'I can't afford it,' Mathew thought, staring at the scroll on display. 'Still, it's good to know that we can learn about how the world changes, even if it comes at a steep price,' he thought before leaning down and picking his weapons.

"I bought everything that I wanted so far," Mathew informed before reaching out with his hands forward.

There wasn't anything specific for Mathew to grab. He simply reached out and waited while the shadows that created this strange realm started to contract.

The momentum of the shadows quickly increased, turning their return into a vile storm that threatened to knock Mathew over. Yet, before the young man could lose his stability, everything came to an end.

All of the shadows that made up the merchant's realm returned to the grasp of his hand only to then condense and turn back into the head of the merchant on which Mathew grabbed.

"I'm back," Mathew muttered, more to himself than to the girls left on the floor. "How long was I away?" Mathew quickly asked, turning his head around to ensure the situation didn't drastically deteriorate while he was busy with a merchant.

"Only a short while," Leila replied, gracing Mathew with a small smile. "Did everything go like you hoped?" she then asked, tilting her head to the side.

'She didn't even bother to clean herself up,' Mathew thought upon taking notice of the girl's bloody hands. Or rather, bloody arms, as the marks left over by what she was tasked with doing reached all the way to her elbows.

"Yeah," Mathew replied, keeping his thoughts to himself before he reached out and pulled one of the machetes that he bought. "This is your new weapon. It might look simple, but it's the best one I could afford right now," the young man then lied without batting an eye.

'Well, that wasn't exactly a lie,' Mathew thought, thinking back over his own words as he turned around and headed towards the staircase to deliver the new weapon to Daria.

Even though she actually started with a sword from the shop instead of some makeshift armament, it was only to be expected for that sword to start wearing off any moment now.

Given the number of the zombies that she downed, the number of skulls she cracked, and the bones she split open... The blade of her sword was only moments away from breaking!

"Daria!" Mathew called out shortly.

Despite the unlikeable front that she showed him at first, as their small group started to open up to each other, Mathew got to learn a bit about the two girls.

And if Leila was the unpredictable, cute yet crazy one, then Daria turned out to be just way... simpler.

"Yes!" the girl replied right away, kicking away a torso of a zombie that attempted to climb the staircase. "What's wrong?" she then turned her head around, only to shrug when Mathew patted her shoulder with the handle of her new weapon.

"Weapon delivery," Mathew gave a quick explanation before looking down at the stairs.

The roars from below only grew stronger in the few minutes they wasted on collecting the cores and then spending them.

They were truly running out of time.

"Well then," Mathew shook his head and placed his hands on his hips, "how about we finish up with gathering the cones and then keep on going?"


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
MotivatedSloth MotivatedSloth

Title is a courtesy of Blanklight64 :D

Chapter 35: Anti-exhibitionist measures

"I think we are all done here," Leila reported as she approached the staircase. She then crossed her arms on her chest and looked down at the rest of her small group. "Shall we go?"

Mathew raised his head to take a quick glance at the girl. He then quickly turned his eyes back in the direction he aimed them at before.

"The next floor is quite full of zombies," Mathew informed as he leaned over the rail and took a peek into the floor below. "Are you sure you are up for the task, girls?" he asked, turning his eyes towards Daria.

'I shouldn't need to worry about Leila, I guess,' Mathew thought.

This girl showcased far less human emotions when it came to the apocalypse than Mathew expected her to.

'Maybe it's her coping mechanism?' Mathew thought, only to then shake his head. 'No, it doesn't really matter,' he swallowed a gulp of saliva. 'But at the very least, she is pretty scary,' he thought, sending a quick glance over to the girl before moving his sight back to her partner.

"I'm up for it," Daria replied, shaking her shoulders as if it was just a small matter. "With this machete? Fighting those stupid zombies will be a breeze!" she exclaimed, raising her short weapon above her head in a triumphant gesture.

"Good." Mathew shook his head, content with the level of motivation the girl had.

Ultimately, this was something that they had to do, whether they liked it or not.

'Still, seeing her happy to participate makes me feel a little bit better about this entire ordeal,' the young man thought before turning around and taking a quick look at Leila.

"While gathering the cores, did you check the classrooms on this floor?" he asked.

There was no telling whether or not some more survivors managed to stay hidden despite the entire floor being filled with zombies.

'I know that they are ultimately attracted to living beings, but it's a slow process,' Mathew thought, approaching the doors to the nearest classroom himself.

"I checked a few, just to ensure no zombies are inside," Leila said before shaking her head. "But if someone really wanted to hide in them, I didn't look close enough to be able to spot them," she added.

'And I doubt anyone would come out seeing her in nothing but a skirt and blood covering her arms, chest, and legs,' Mathew thought.

He then took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He kept by the wall for a moment, taking his time to think things through.

"Okay then," Mathew said as he pushed himself away from the wall and looked at Leila again. "First, try to get some clothes. It can be pretty distracting when you are parading with your boobs out," he ordered before sending a short yet meaningful stare towards the girl's chest.

"What kind of virgin talk is this?" Leila sneered, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Didn't we offer you a threesome? Something that's a dream of most of the men, yet something which you ignored and ultimately refused," she added before shaking her shoulders, sending her bloody boobs wiggling. "It's you who refused the simple solution to your virginity problem, not us," she added, only to raise her arm and point her finger directly at Mathew.

The young man only shook his head.

"Daria," Mathew said in a soft tone, turning his face around to look at the other girl.

Even though she first appeared to be the rowdy and sexually freed girl, Mathew has long abandoned that kind of view about her.

"I get it," the girl nodded her head. "I will be leaving the stairs to you for a while, then," she added before jogging, butt-naked, back to the class where she left her clothes.

"Now then," Mathew muttered, rolling his eyes with how annoyed he was already with the second part of his second wife. "If you think being a virgin is a problem, then I can only have pity for you. I'm not the slave to the modern ideas of the sexual revolution because I actually paid a little attention to who invented this entire thing and why was it spread in the western world," he pointed out, staring daggers at the girl.

For the next few moments, not a single word was said. Yet, it was still Mathew that ultimately released a deep breath before shaking his head.

"Well, not like that socio-political stuff matters today," he claimed before lowering his eyes. "Now then, can you stop acting stubborn and get dressed already?"

"No." Leila shook her head, denying Mathew's request. "Now that I'm all bloody, there is no way I will wear my clothes! How do you imagine me washing then later?" she asked as if she was schooling the child over something that it should belong aware of.

"Is that really all there is to it?" Mathew asked, raising his eyes and looking the girl directly in the face.

"That's right," Leila nodded her head, placing her hands on her hips while pressing her chest forward. "But seriously, if it's really that distracting, you can just play with..."

"How many cores did you gather?" Mathew asked, cutting into the girl's words.

Leila tensed up her lips before squeezing a few words of answer through her tightened mouth. "A little over two hundred in total. Seventy more than we had when you went to the merchant."

"Good," Mathew replied, only to approach the cores and gather them all into his improvised pouch before approaching the merchant again.

Mathew's body froze in a weird position while he grasped at the merchant's head, only to return to its normal state a moment later.

Yet, contrary to before, there was a set of plain, black clothes hanging down from his outstretched hand.

"Will those do for now?" he asked, throwing a set of pitch-black yet simple clothes at the girl.

"You really are a massive virgin," Leila muttered as she grabbed her clothes. At the same time, the look in her eyes softened somewhat as she looked at Mathew again. "You don't happen to have anything to wipe myself with?" she asked. "Wearing clothes while smeared with all this blood," she added, looking down at her hands and then her impressive chest.

Mathew rolled his eyes again. Yet, rather than going to the shop again, he grabbed the side of his simple, plain shirt before ripping it off with a single pull and throwing it at the girl.

"Here, this should be enough," he said, throwing his ruined shirt at the girl before turning away and approaching the class where Daria was still changing.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Mathew said as he pushed the doors open. He happened to enter right as the girl was pulling her panties up her thighs.

"It's okay," Daria replied, her cheeks turning a tiny little bit brighter than before. "It's not like you can see anything you didn't see before," she added.

"Then hurry up," Mathew said in a calm tone before approaching a pile of rubble. Initially used as a means to barricade the doors along with chairs and desks, it was now decaying away in the corner of the room.

Yet, rather than rummaging through the items, Mathew simply hid the pouch with the remaining stones in the rubble before glancing over at the girl.

Thankfully, Daira heeded Mathew's advice, doing her best to dress up as quickly as possible.

"Are you ready?" Mathew asked, watching with amusement as the girl struggled to pull her shirt down her sizeable bosom.

"Actually..." Daria hesitated before turning her face to Mathew and revealing a massive blush on her cheeks. "I might need some help with putting this..."

Just as the girl was about to finish her sentence, her boobs finally gave up under pressure, obediently sliding below the shirt.

"Or never mind, I guess," Daria commented, a sense of loss flashing in her eyes as her face darkened.

"Good," Mathew stood up and turned back towards the doors. "Then let's not waste any time, and let's go clear the rest of the school!"


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
MotivatedSloth MotivatedSloth

Chapter is super late today, hence it's considerably longer than usual. And now, I'm finally free to go to sleep :_:

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