Backrooms Level 2 Novels & Stories

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

I followed, my gown flowing behind me like a trail of ink, with Kaelen bringing up the rear, his emerald frequency acting as a beacon in the dust. The descent into the ruins was a journey back into the hell I had just escaped. The walls were weeping violet mercury, and the "Null-Ache" in my head was growing into a full-blown roar. Every step closer to the vault made the twins’ conflict more violent. The obsidian pulse was now a physical heat, a burning coal in my gut. Thirty minutes left. We reached the entrance to the Sub-Level 3. The massive vault door—the one I had opened with my blood just chapters ago—was partially melted. Standing in front of it, surrounded by a dozen Scrappers in rust

Finally, Emily's due date crept up. The pack healer told her to stay off her feet and move into the pack clinic. But James had other plans—two expecting wolves giving birth at the same time? Perfect cover for a swap. Emily didn't like the risk, but she played along. Came back to the manor, eyeing my bump like it might explode. Three more days. Then she cracked. Even through the wall, I heard her sobbing to James. Two hours later—knock on my door. He walked in, fake smile locked in place, holding that "tonic." Same one from my last life.

When Lola woke the second time, she was lying in a small, dark room. No machines. No lights. Just a faint hum in the walls. A single red LED blinked at the far end of the room. Her throat was dry when she whispered, “Eli…?” No answer. The LED blinked again, slower this time. She crawled toward it and saw three words flicker onto the wall in faint light. LEVEL TWO INITIATED. Her heart stopped. He wasn’t gone. He’d upgraded.

Liam's voice sounded behind Hayley. "We can move to the next level." Hearing that, Hayley finally stopped observing the area. She turned and led everyone down the stairs. There were zombies in the stairwell, too. Fortunately, each level had sealed doors. After clearing out the zombies on the next level down, they reached underground Level Two. There were even more zombies on Level Two. The layout was the same grid-like design. Corridors stretched in every direction, and the white hallways were littered with blood and wandering zombies.

True to his word, there are candles leading the way—small votive candles placed on the floor, creating a flickering path through the ruins toward a partially intact staircase. "Morrison, are you getting this?" I whisper as I start climbing the stairs. Static crackles in my ear, then Morrison's voice, faint but audible: "We're here, Caroline. Take it slow." The second floor is in better condition than the ground level, with several rooms that still have most of their walls intact. The candle trail leads me down a hallway toward what looks like it might have been a study or library, based on the built-in shelving that still lines the walls.

The higher its level the better you are at playing throwing, stabbing, and darting games, with veggies (that bleed) of course] [Bloodlust (Level 1): I’m having a craving for blood, are you? I wonder if they come with chocolate….? When activated the Transmigrator gets a free pass from the feels and more of the need for blood] [Artifact Awakener (Level 2): With this skill your touch could seduce any artifact and as long as you don’t touch an evil one you should be good.] }

If one were to use the words of the NPCs in-game, the threshold of passing level 19 and reaching level 20 can be considered as breaking through the peak of Condensation Stage (level 1-19) and entering the Foundation Stage (20-35). Not many players know why the system was made like this or who built it, but they do know that any NPC or monster that is about level 20 has marginally greater strength than someone at level 19. Mistaken Fox and his Stone Axe Minotaur were currently experiencing this for themselves at the moment. Monster: Redwoods Forest(*) Brown Bear Monster Level: 21 Health: 30,000/30,000 Attack: 100 Defense: 100 Skills: Thick Fur, Heavy Palm Strike, Reckless Charge

A deep, heavy rumble moved toward them, sounding less like a floor-cleaning drone and more like the shifting, tectonic plates of the world. The Suture Point hadn't been defeated; it had just decided to move its borders. "Arga," Anji croaked into his comms, his voice small in the face of the encroaching silence. "The parasite knows. It’s moving the entire floor. We’re in a trap." "Yeah, I see that," Arga answered, his voice barely holding it together. "The entire layout of Level 22 is changing in real-time, Anji. I think we just made it mad."

Dead silence. The door creaked open. We lay on the floor, groaning, our muscles twitching from the backlash. Valen stared at us, stunned. “You guys lasted ten whole minutes?” “We’re alive?” I croaked, blinking up at him. “Technically,” Lucan muttered. “You’re stronger than most,” Zarek said thoughtfully. “But that was just Level One.” “Level One?” Kael wheezed, still flat on his back. “What’s in Level Two?” Draven asked.