Novelas y relatos de Backrooms Level 5

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"He was trying to overcome the barrier between the world above to the Mekai. There is a small gap between the plans, so we were chasing him, and although I heard the order to retreat, I didn't follow it. After all, it was too good a prize for me to pass up." "Okay, I think I know where this is going." Samantha gave a low laugh. "So, there are a few levels of depth in this place we were in, there are 5 in total, we were already at level 4 and so the order to return." I made a motion with my hand lightly and soon the bones of my recruits snapped back into place and they transformed. "But like this, how much is just a tiny sliver of a hunt like that worth? Imagine coming back with his head?"

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

She lost her final awareness without the opportune to hear voices saying " Sleep... We will protect you..." Her limped body consigned to the grave inside the sea of thick dark blood... ___________________________________________ [ WELCOME TO THE SECOND WORLD PLAYER] [CONGRATULATIONS ON PASSING LEVEL ONE OF THE SYSTEM...;) ] [YOU WILL RECEIVE THREE NEW ITEMS AS A PRESENT FOR YOUR SUCEED] [--ERROR--] [--ERROR--] [--ERROR--] [ITEMS CAN'T BE REQUIRED... SYSTEM DO NOT RESPOND------------------------------------------] [ITEMS CAN'T BE REQUIRED... SYSTEM DO NOT RESPOND------------------------------------------]

Eliana whispered, her breath misting in the frigid air. She was right. The narrow, utilitarian concrete corridor suddenly flared outward, transitioning into a massive, vaulted chamber constructed entirely of brushed steel and reinforced glass. Above the heavy, double-wide blast doors at the entrance, a digital sign glowed with a sickly green light: LEVEL 4: BIO-EXTRACTION & REFINEMENT. "This is it," Baraka said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "This is the core of the facility." The blast doors were slightly ajar, the hydraulic locks having failed long ago. Baraka pushed them open with a heavy screech of metal on metal.

"Don't be scared. As long as you need me, I'll be there. But your parents went too far today. You've basically blown things up with them. What are you going to do next?" Charlie wasn't wrong. Part of me wanted to cut them off forever, but I knew Mom too well. She would never stop stirring up trouble. "I'll figure it out as I go," I said quietly. After I moved into the new place, my parents and David bombarded me with calls and messages. I blocked every single one of them. In my previous life, around this time, my legs had rotted beyond saving, and I died in that house. This time, I just wanted to live my life and enjoy each day.

POV DARLENE The Fifth Layer of Entropy was not a place of stone or litigation, but a Sanctuary of Blinding Radiance. As the lunar-ash of the Fourth Layer fell away, it was replaced by a vertical forest of emerald-white spires that pulsed with the rhythmic, terrifying frequency of a thousand "Perfect" suns. This was the Chamber of the First Sun-Walker’s Heart, the metaphysical storage unit for the untapped potential of the lineage—the raw "Too Much" energy that had been distilled, filtered, and stripped of its human messiness until only a cold, divine efficiency remained.

that masked my frequency from the palace scanners. We moved through the service shafts, the "Silent War" echoing in the hum of the walls. As we descended, the "Refinement" of the upper floors began to rot. The walls turned from obsidian to raw, weeping iron. The smell of "Void-Incense" was replaced by the metallic, copper tang of Siphoned Blood. We reached Level 500—the "Void-Gutter." This was where the Council kept their "Batteries." Hundreds of glass tubes lined the hall, each containing a "Dormant" or a "Glitch" whose life was being slowly evaporated to keep the palace floating.

Was my Lucas still hidden somewhere inside that emptiness? “Lucas…” I whispered. “You said if reality becomes too harsh, we’ll shape it like a dream. Have you forgotten?” His hand trembled slightly. A strange sound echoed from inside his mechanical head. Seizing the moment, Arian slipped a pen drive into my hand. “Sophia! This is the final installment of your simulation—Level 51! If you can inject it into Lucas’s processor, the real Lucas inside him will awaken. This is our last hope!”

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.