Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

'Shit, this is bad,' Mathew cursed under his breath when he noticed the zombie reinforcements.

He had his hands full dealing with two remaining evolved ones. And now, fourteen fresh corpses joined, forcing Mathew to divide his attention even more.

'This won't work,' Mathew thought when a sneaky attack from the back performed by one of the high evolved zombies went through his defenses and shattered his defensive veil. 'There is no way in hell it will work!'

Another attack landed on Mathew's body. Thankfully, it came from one of the mob zombies, being far too weak for Mathew to even bother with.

For others, a second attack sneaking past their defenses would be a sign of everything going to shit.

For Mathew, though, it served as a refreshment that forcefully sobered him up from his panic.

'There is no need to pay much attention to those mobs,' he thought, ignoring two more attacks that came his way for the sake of avoiding a slash that came from a higher evolved.

This was the breakthrough Mathew needed. But rather than letting him win the fight, it only allowed him to stall it for a little bit longer.

'No matter how weak those attacks are, they will stack up quickly,' Mathew thought, falling down on all fours only to then roll to the side, escaping the encirclement the zombies attempted to perform on him.

'Shit!'

The situation just turned from bad to worse.

While not to the degree that Mathew experienced in previous hordes… those mob zombies were actually coordinating their attacks!

It wasn't like it was the case with the evolved ones that had to fight for a while before they developed a sense of cooperation.

No.

The mob zombies started as just a random group of meat for the grinder. And after some random, as if after a snap of someone's fingers, they started to act like a proper team.

'They are controlled!'

Mathew gritted his teeth as he got up to his legs only to jump back, avoiding a crushing strike from the zombie that leaped high in the air to deliver it.

'SHIT!'

Mathew stepped back, only for his back to hit a random wall erected by someone really disliking the idea of others peeking through to his garden.

It was a simple, bricked fence, one that Mathew could smash to bits with a single strike.

But to strike the fence, Mathew would have to spend this one second to do it. And that was all the zombies needed to enclose, pin down and then simply wear him down.

Tap!

A distant echo of a gunshot reached Mathew's ears.

Even though everyone in their group had a gun on them, there was only one person who would resort to using it so quickly.

It was only a desperate measure. The loud noise of shots was bound to attract more zombies to wherever they came from.

As such, either Nadia was in an extremely deep shit, or Norbert was running out of options to stall for time.

'Okay, screw it.'

Mathew's mind suddenly turned blank. As if someone formatted his consciousness, all the doubts, fear, panic, and anxiety vanished, pushed to the background by the perfect clarity that replaced them.

'Mind's flesh,' Mathew thought.

This ability was extremely taxing when it came to mana usage. And the longer Mathew held this ability up, the sooner he would lose all of the mental power necessary to keep on fighting.

​ Mathew's eyes opened up as wide as they could, feeding his brain the information it needed to process the calculations Mathew's subconscious ordered.

Then, the mob zombies attempting to encircle Mathew… got flung toward him.

Mathew didn't use his mind's flesh to push them away. He didn't use them in a strictly offensive way either, too worried about sapping his mana potential.

No, all Mathew did… was pull them towards him, all to his right side.

'Go!' Mathew screamed out in his soul, focusing all his strength on his right arm as he started to frantically cut.

Zombie, pulled on by Mathew's mind's flesh, stumbled on its feet, unable to control its suddenly unnaturally increased momentum.

It attempted to swing its arm to scratch Mathew's face with its broken nails, only for the young man to slash its neck before the attack could reach his skin.

But Mathew had no time to waste nor any reason to celebrate.

Because after the first mob zombie died, it took only half a second for another one to enter Mathew's reach.

'Left,' Mathew cut his saber to his left.

'Right,' the young man counted, slashing the third mob's neck.

'Left,'

'Right,'

'Left…'

Mathew managed to cut down a total of five different mob zombies before the evolved ones realized what was going on.

Just in time when Mathew stumbled, unable to keep on swinging his saber with enough power to cleave through a zombie's neck but with little enough momentum to rapidly move it to and fro.

It was a good move on the zombie's end and a physical failure on Mathew's end.

And yet, it was the young man that benefited from this mess.

'That was close,' Mathew thought, quickly blinking his eyes to check on others.

"I ONLY HAVE TWO MAGS LEFT!" Norbert's report struck Mathew right in the face the moment he opened himself to communication. "Anyone!"

The young man had to open his eyes again.

This time, the higher evolved zombies came forward personally, pushing their weaker subordinates to just circle around Mathew and cut his potential escape paths.

And just like when Mathew fought with them for the first time, they started to exchange hits.

And just like back then, Mathew would use his saber to strike away at the incoming attacks, slowly chipping down the endurance of his opponents.

But there was one small difference when compared to the opening few moments of the fight.

This time, his saber appeared to deal just a little bit more damage than before!

'So it's really like that,' Mathew thought, taking a total of seven quick exchanges to notice the detail.

And then, rather than playing into the zombie's hand and leaving the mob alone for now…

Mathew struck the next incoming attack before using its momentum to swirl on his heel and jump over the fence, aiming right for the nearest mob!

'Since my blade is getting stronger for each zombie I kill,' Mathew's eyes flashed, 'then let's do some killing first!'