Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse



"Just how long am I supposed to hold?" Mathew asked out loud, pretending as if he didn't see a single suspicious thing.

'I slipped up… but I think there is still a chance that whoever observes me, missed it!' he wished with all his heart.

It was still way too early for him to face off with whoever was in control of his fate. He was still too weak, too ignorant about the true ways of the world.

'If I can't even see through the inner workings of my own system… how am I supposed to confront the fucker that brought this damn apocalypse upon my entire world?'

Mathew was rational enough to realize he stood no chance against the entity responsible for all of what happened. Not after he went back through time just because that was the most straightforward interpretation of the wish he made with his last system!

'Still,' Mathew took a deep breath, 'it really is taking a whi…'

The world around Mathew turned blank. It was an experience vaguely similar to how it felt to enter merchant's subspace…. But the process of transition sped up to its limits.

There was no time for the darkness to surge, gradually separating Mathew from the real world.

No, this time, it all happened instantly.

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And just as rapidly as darkness replaced the usual shadows of the merchant's subspace, Mathew's consciousness resurfaced in a world of endless green.

'What the hell…' Mathew thought, startled by the sudden development.

He took a look around, only to realize he was in the middle of an insanely dense forest, woodlands that could only be comparable to the densest parts of the amazon jungle.

Mathew looked to the right and then to his left… but no matter how much he strained his eyes, all he could see was more of the same.

"Just what the hell is going on…?" Mathew asked himself, eager to find an answer.

He tried to look at his system… Only to realize that for the first time since he unlocked the ability to look at it directly, he couldn't actually access it.

'Did that ability get locked or something?' Mathew asked himself, desperate to find some clues. 'No,' he quickly came to terms with how it was just his wishful thinking. 'Rather than a single ability getting locked, it's more likely that I'm nothing more but a passive observer right now.'

This was the only conclusion that Mathew arrived at after an entire minute in this new world of endless greenery.

'Huh?' Mathew's brain suddenly twitched.

He didn't see or hear anything. He… he simply felt a presence nearby. And as he turned his attention towards it, he saw the impossible. The peak of male desire from the pre-apocalypse world.

A girl with fluffy cat ears sticking out from the sides of her head.

This was the only feature that made her extremely unnatural. But upon a closer look, Mathew couldn't help but notice that even her facial features made her look like a cat, even though they were, without a second of doubt, human.

"Who are you?" Mathew asked, unable to stop his curiosity.

It was simply stronger than him.

To see a catgirl in a flesh and give up on trying to talk her up? He was still too much of a geek in his soul to allow such heresy to pass!

"HUH?!" the girl jumped as if someone stepped on her…

That's right!

Now that she turned around, Mathew could see a tail sticking out from the point where her ass cheeks started to transform her back into her legs!

The girl looked right at Mathew. She lowered her center of weight and brought her hands to the side, positioning her fingers for a scratch that would clearly be a world of hurt.

Then, Mathew noticed another feature.

Just like the brother of one of the most well-known anti-hero of one of the most popular comic franchises ever, about three centimeters long nails appeared at the tips of her fingers!

'A real catgirl… in the flesh…' Mathew thought, staring wide-eyed at the wonder of godly creation.

'I know I have Nadia and all the other girls… but this is a damned catgirl!' he thought when an image of his wives flashed in his mind.

Back to the vision, though, the girl stared right at Mathew… or rather, right through him.

After a moment of remaining perfectly motionless, she started to slowly inch her head to the sides, turning her eyes in a desperate attempt to locate the source of whatever startled her so much.

Then, Mathew heard it. And from how the girl suddenly turned her head to the side, she heard it too.

A crack of a stick breaking under the weight of someone's foot.

'Are there more of them…?' Mathew thought, full of hope, even though deep down in his soul, he knew this would be the case.

Another noise then appeared from a different side. Then from another. And then, men started to come out from the bushes from all the directions the poor catgirl could take to escape her pursuit.

Those men were wearing clothes that instantly allowed Mathew to recognize the reality of the lore behind the strange world he was observing right now.

They were dressed in a combination of thick gambesons and then chainmalls, both of which were hidden under a thin tunic with what looked like a coat of arms pained all over it.

Each of the men carried a different type of weapon in their right hands, from short swords, through one-handed axes all the way to a damned mace. Yet, if there was one thing that they all had in common, it was the small net that each of them carried in their left.

"Don't struggle," one of the men ordered, taking a step forward toward the girl while raising his net-bearing hand. "Don't struggle and we won't needlessly hurt you," he announced… only to then lick his lips. "We might even bring you a world of pleasure!"