Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

"What the hell was that?" Daria asked in a faint voice while raising her hands to her eyes only to look down at her palms.

Her eyes widened as if she wasn't sure whether she could trust what her eyes told her. And so, she raised them on Mathew's face.

"Calm down," Mathew attempted to produce a deep, soothing voice. Yet, his haphazard attempt thoroughly failed, making him sound like some sort of goat in pain.

"Heh," Daria let out a small giggle, breaking free from her stunned state.

'It wasn't supposed to be like that, but it ended up working anyway,' Mathew thought, allowing a small smirk to appear on his face as well.

"It appears that your class evolved," he informed the girl. "A shadow walker..." he then whispered in a conspirational tone. Mathew's eyes swung from one side to the other as he scanned the room. "Quite cool, isn't it?" he then asked, looking up at Daria's face while grinning his teeth out.

"Cool..." the girl hesitated. She then pursed her lips and averted her eyes. "I guess?" she added in the same voice as before.

"Ah, speaking of class evolving," Mathew's eyes twitched, "Nadia, it happened to you as well," he dropped the bomb without hesitation.

"Huh?" the girl only managed to shrug, her eyes widening as she looked at Mathew without any iota of understanding on her face.

"You turned into a bloodhound," Mathew explained only to then avert his eyes. "Don't expect me to understand what that means, though," he quickly added, raising his hands in a defensive gesture.

"Bloodhound, huh?" Nadia muttered, lowering her eyes as she sank deeper into her thoughts. "I think I can draw the connection between this class and my abilities," she admitted while crossing her hands over her chest.

"What about me?" Leila asked, feeling left out of the party with all the sudden evolutions. "What class do I have now?" she asked, eagerly looking up the answer on Mathew's lips.

"Ah, you need to wait just a moment," Mathew quickly replied, a tinge of awkwardness spreading at the bottom of his soul. "If my guess is correct, then you are a single level away from leveling up," he then explained, turning his eyes to the side.

Even if it was only a matter of a single moment, Leila ended up having the lowest level in the entire group. And while she might not be the most competitive person left on the planet, knowing such detail definitely would hurt.

And Mathew had no courage to see the effects that news would have on the girl's eyes.

"I... I see," Leila replied, quickly putting up a brave front as she gulped down her excitement. "You said it's not over yet, didn't you?" she then asked, grasping at the straws.

"That's correct," Mathew nodded his head. "So I would like for everyone to lay down on the ground," he then ordered, raising his eyes to look at each of his girls. And even though he just raised his sights, Mathew then quickly cast his eyes aside. "I can't guarantee you won't lose consciousness again."

Mathew's group learned about the effects of sudden leveling just now. It would be foolish to replicate the same mistake now that they knew better.

"What are you going to do now?" Nadia asked as she obediently fell down to her knees before crossing her legs as she rested her back against the nearby wall.

"This golden patch of grass allowed me to raise everyone's statistics by quite a lot," Mathew explained the situation without any hesitation. "But in my case, for every level worth of stats I gain, I can gift one of you with the same increase."

This wasn't a secret. Mathew didn't reveal anything new to the girls. His entire group keenly listened to the mathematician from the class two years below theirs who solved the problem.

"And that means, I have nineteen levels to distribute among you," Mathew finally gave out the last piece. A concrete number that the girls could understand.

"What are our levels right now?" Daria asked. The eased-down look on her face indicated she came to terms with her new situation and even managed to find some pride in it.

"My strength is equal to someone on the thirty-fourth level," Mathew revealed before moving his eyes on Nadia. "Thirty." Mathew's glance moved over at Leila and then Daria. "Twenty-five and twenty-six."

"How about bringing us to level thirty and then Nadia to level forty?" Daria quickly suggested. She then raised her eyes and looked right into Mathew's pupils. "We can't have you be the strongest. You are the most important person in the group so you can't be the vanguard," she explained her thoughts before turning her eyes towards Nadia.

"Girl..." Daria hesitated for a little before taking a deep breath and reaffirming her determination. "Look, I'm willing to let you keep your top spot in the pack. I do acknowledge that the two of you have something special going on," she somehow brought the topic of romance into a discussion strictly about their growth. "But for you to enjoy those privileges, I need you to protect Mathew," Daria released her powerful statement.

A moment of silence ensued on the floor, as everyone looked right at Daria's face.

"Even if at the cost of your life," the girl finally added her last piece before turning silent and locking her eyes on Nadia's face.

"I-I understand," Nadia replied in a slightly panicky voice. Despite her easygoing and often socially-brave front, when put under pressure like that, her soft self would peek out of her shell.

"Then all is good," Daria smiled before shrugging her arms and turning her eyes towards Mathew. "Are you okay with that arrangement?"

Mathew took a moment to look at all the girls. Yet, if there was one thing in common, it was the determination visible in their expressions.

"Fine," Mathew said, patting himself on his hips as he took a deep breath and called forth his system. He took a second to organize his thoughts and plan for the future before enacting his next wish.

'I wish to donate four levels to Daria, five levels to Leila, and ten levels to Nadia!' he thought as strongly as he could, before glancing over at his own stats.

In there, there was a single line that bothered him. A line that depicted a potential he was willingly putting aside.

All because Mathew was worried that using the free points that he had would raise the cost of leveling up through other means.

'Let's distribute those as well,' he decided, quickly drafting a plan before confirming it with a single wish.

[Mathew Karian]

[Level - 2/2]

[Vitality - 80] > [Vitality - 82]

[Brawn - 60]

[Agility - 60]

[Mind - 50]

[Arcane - 60] > [Arcane - 100]

[Total - 200+42] > [Total 342]

[Accumulated Levels - 15/34] > [Accumulated Levels - 34/34]

[Avaible points: 42] > [Avaible points: 0]

[Wife #1]

[Name: Nadia Astra]

[Age: 19]

[Level: 21+9] > [Level: 21+19]

[Race: Half-zombie]

[Class: Bloodhound - Class 2]

[Status: Determined]

[Level - 30] > [Level - 40]

[Vitality - 90] > [Vitality - 120]

[Brawn - 80] > [Brawn - 100]

[Agility - 80] > [Agility - 100]

[Mind - 20] > [Mind - 32]

[Arcane - 32] > [Arcane - 50]

[Total - 402(190 gifted)]

[Wife #2]

[Name: Leila Hussate]

[Age: 19]

[Level: 22+3] > [Level: 22+8]

[Race: Human]

[Class: Brawler - Class 1] > [Class: Blademaster - Class 2]

[Status: Determined]

[Level - 25] - > [Level - 30]

[Vitality - 70] > [Vitality - 80]

[Brawn - 90] > [Brawn - 110]

[Agility - 74] > [Agility - 94]

[Mind - 0] > [Mind - 9]

[Arcane - 15]

[Total - 308(80 gifted)]

[Wife #2]

[Name: Daria Paternal]

[Age: 19]

[Level: 23+3] > [Level: 23+8]

[Race: Human]

[Class: Shadow Walker - class 2]

[Status: Determined]

[Level - 26] > [Level - 30]

[Vitality - 50] > [Vitality - 60]

[Brawn - 40]

[Agility - 40]

[Mind - 36] > [Mind - 41]

[Arcane - 100] > [Arcane - 125]

[Total - 306(70 gifted)]

[A/N: For now this will be the last time when I extensively show the stats for a while. Included them to make everything clear]