Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

This wasn’t the first time for Mathew to use the power of touching the grass. But only now he could show the real effect that it had on one’s wounds.

“And that’s the gist of it,” Mathew shook his head to showcase how easy it was for him to move it.

It wasn’t as if his body healed. If that were to be the case, there would be fresh skin on his knuckles, where the hard concrete cut his hand open. And yet, the color of the skin was perfectly uniform through Mathew’s hand, as if he wasn’t injured in the first place.

“That’s amazing,” Daria blinked her eyes twice only to keep her eyes locked on Mathew’s fist.

“It sure it…?” Leila echoed her partner, although her voice had a huge element of hesitation in it.

“I guess you could see that light,” Mathew commented.

This little experiment not only allowed him to showcase how useful those merchants could be but also confirmed several theories of his.

‘And if what I can guess about the upgrade of this feature is correct…’ Mathew thought, turning his eyes to the side and sending a glance towards the merchant.

Restoring one to their perfect state was only one of the blessings of touching the grass. And yet, there wasn’t any sort of interface for Mathew to manage those.

‘I wonder how big the improvement was to the basic utilities,’ Mathew thought, turning his eyes back on his women.

He opened his mouth… Only to keep his words to himself.

‘It wouldn’t be right to ask them to bother checking it,’ Mathew thought. He then brought his hand up and rubbed his chin.

“I think that concludes the presentation,” Mathew admitted after a moment of thought. “In other words, those who can see and interact with this light can instantly restore themselves to your perfect state,” Mathew explained the feature.

“Isn’t this quite overpowered?” Nadia asked as she took a step closer and looked at the shadows of the merchant. “I mean, normally it would take days to recover some injuries, there would be huge risks of infection and a large use of medicine,” she pointed out, stretching one of her fingers out for everything she mentioned.

“This just doesn’t make sense,” Nadia concluded after not receiving any answer.

“I’m well aware of that point,” Mathew admitted as he rested his back against the wall, leaned his face up, and heaved a sigh. “This is all just too weird. As if someone took elements from various games or stories and…”

Mathew turned silent.

‘That’s the problem I have with all of this,’ he suddenly realized. ‘There are familiarities everywhere, but it doesn’t make sense!’

Elements from one game would mix with parts of some folk tale and then develop into yet another game. Mathew could notice all sorts of patterns… but the way in which those patterns mixed and interviewed with another made it impossible for him to just pinpoint it.

‘They just took everything they could find huge traffic on and threw it into a cooking pot to mix,’ Mathew thought as his eyes opened wide.

His face tensed up as his eyes locked on some random element of a stray shelf that survived all the mayhem of the apocalypse.

“Mat?” Nadia called out, first to notice the changes appearing on Mathew’s face.

“I’m sorry,” the young man shook his head before raising his eyes to the girls. He then locked his arms on his chest and pursed his lips for a moment. “Actually, I’m sorry for what I’m about to say now,” he added.

“Excuse me?” Leila asked while moving forward. With both Nadia and Daria steadily closing their distance since a while ago, she was the only one left in the back.

And now, she took the opportunity to regain her spot between the girls.

“I think we need to go hunting for cores again,” Mathew said with a troubled look on his face.

“Didn’t we just return from…” Daria muttered only to cast a quick glance at the merchant to Mathew’s side. She then moved her eyes back to the young man’s face only to raise her arms and cross them over her chest. “I see, you’ve got a plan, right?”

“That’s right,” Mathew nodded his head. “It’s based on just a guess of mine…” he added only to hesitate for a moment. “But if I’m right, then we can abuse certain exploit,” the young man added.

Dark sparks appeared at the bottom of Mathew’s eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched as he attempted to hide his smile.

“Exploit as in…” Nadia muttered. She then struck her left fist into the open palm of her right hand. Her eyes widened while her lips curved up in a happy smile. “Some sort of mechanic that’s poorly made, right?” Nadia nearly jumped when she looked at Mathew for confirmation and affirmation.

“That’s right,” Mathew smiled gently. His seriousness all melted down when faced with the rare, bubbly mood of his crush.

It was exactly her cheerfulness that attracted Mathew soo much to his first wife in the past. And he learned to treasure those moments ever since.

Yet, rather than reinforcing the positive image of his plan, Mathew was quick to shake his head.

“Keep in mind, we are going to have to work really hard and put ourselves in a lot of danger,” Mathew said as he raised his hand with one of his fingers pointed up. “All for just a shot to see if my guess is correct,” Mathew explained.

“So?” Daria asked shortly while resting her fists on her hips. “What do you want to do?”

Mathew pointed out at the merchant without even a second of hesitation.

“This bundle of light. In the game where it comes from, it does far more than just heal people.” Mathew stared at Daria’s face with a deadly serious expression on his own. “And it’s a game where those bundles of light are the only safe refuges for the player within the extremely deadly and dangerous world those games are known from.”

The lore of touching grass went actually far deeper. Yet, Mathew saw no point in explaining it nor was he willing to spare a lot of time to do so.

“And what is the feature that you are aiming for?” Leila asked, not willing to be left out of the discussion.

Mathew smiled in response.

“Leveling up.”