Novel & Cerita Backrooms Level 4

All night, everything from the past played out in my mind like a movie. The next morning. I struggled out of the bedroom with my weakened body. The door to the guest room was open. A piece of lacy lingerie lay at the foot of the bed, clearly visible. I smiled faintly and glanced at the time. It was time to bring this farce to an end.

A soft female voice said flirtatiously, "The plan for Tommy's organ transplant fell through. You need to come up with another plan…" "We'll have to wait until things settle down first. I'll take care of it, so you don't have to worry. Tommy's my son, after all…" The female voice let out a soft giggle. Then, there were more of those lewd, obscene noises coming from the room… The veins on Elias' face bulged. He kicked the bedroom door open forcefully. Gabriel and Larissa were naked, and they had their bodies pressed against each other… The two of them were shocked when they saw us entering the room. They hurriedly pulled on something to cover their bodies.

It reached up and ripped a turret out of the ceiling, crushing it in one hand. It wasn't fighting. It was cleaning. "It's here for me," I realized. "It's an assassination." I turned and ran. Not ran. Hobbled. Fast. I keyed my comms. "Jace! Vent the atmosphere on Level 40! Open the external airlocks!" "Sir, you're on Level 40!" "Do it!" THE VACUUM The airlocks blew open. The air inside the Spire roared out into the night. Papers, furniture, and debris flew toward the windows.

As the words “Level 49 Completed” slowly faded before my eyes, a scream of unbearable pain surged through my brain. Every moment of the past twenty years—Lucas’s first touch, the cry of Sona’s birth, the scorching sands of the desert, and the salty water of the sea—was all of it nothing more than an illusion made of binary code? I opened my eyes. Darkness surrounded me, but the air was filled with a foul chemical smell. Countless silver electrodes were attached to my head and body, pulsing with blue light. I couldn’t move; my body was trapped inside a massive glass coffin.

] But a quick refresh showed it had been deleted. Joyce texted me: [Andrea is a coward, wiping my comment like that. Smart move ditching that mess.] Then, she shifted gears. [So, how is life in the love nest with Levi?] My cheeks heated as I met Levi's amused glance, warmth spreading to my ears. That night, I bolted awake. Levi enveloped me instantly, his brow furrowed with concern. "Nightmare?" He gently dabbed the sweat from my forehead. "You were mumbling in your sleep, 'Don't abandon me. Don't shove me.' What's haunting you?"

"We should all rest until we return to our peak form. When everyone is ready, we will go to the fourth layer." The other three agreed with Nigel's plan and freely rested on the plain. Half a day went by before all of them entered the staircase for the next floor. They were already wielding their weapons with Sara putting on just a band to cover he ample breast, they slowly moved on the steps of the stairs. It happened the same switch of directions and they came out from the terrain of the fourth layer. The environment was covered in white fog with faint purple shades which limited the field of view of the students to less than ten meters in every direction.

POV DARLENE The transition from the marrow-stained cathedral of the 140th layer was not a collapse, but a Total Narrative Foreclosure. As the ivory ribs and the scent of drying blood dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Wedding" didn't just end—it Balanced the Ledger. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Forty-First Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, clinical diamond. This was the Chamber of the Auditor’s Mercy, the terminal vault where the High Council of the West had stored the First Alpha’s Original Sin—not the prehistoric ghost, but the Man of Absolute Logic who had traded his mate’s soul for a seat at the table of the Universe.

If the method to break through to the Empyrean level was on the fifth floor, and it indeed required such strength, this misunderstanding would become a major issue. At that moment, only a few puppets moved back and forth on the fourth floor. No one else was around. When they sensed Alexander's presence, they all raised their broad swords and surrounded him. The items on the fourth floor were strange stones: some were ores, and some were unrecognizable, holding little temptation for Alexander. He repelled the surrounding puppets with a single sword strike and proceeded to the fifth floor. On the staircase, Alexander felt the pressure increase again, but it was not significantly stronger than

The pain in my head and stomach made me very unbearable, and slowly my eyes felt very heavy and started to close. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I said before my eyes completely closed. "Amber, wake up, Amber." Why do I feel something shaking my body? Didn't I die, and now that I'm in the hospital, will my womb survive in the end?

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.