Romans & histoires Backrooms Level 5

the vixen whispered lowly in my ears as her sinful lips created marks on my body and her acrylics moving south ward to my groin. A low grunt left my lips and I grasped her ass to prevent myself from giving her all the control but it was too late cause Maja had me whipped in her seductive clutches. "We've come too far to relent diamante" I spoke in a hush tone and felt her teeth sink into my neck while her hand roamed freely on my hard cock. |||||||||||||||||||

"You're so stingy, Luna Hill. Sure, your bedsheet got dirty, but how could you throw Sia's belongings on the floor?" The voices around me pulled me back to consciousness. The terror of being shoved from the 33rd floor had not faded. My knees buckled and I clutched my chest, crouching in pain. That was when I realized, with horror, that I had been reborn. The girl in front of me flinched. "What are you doing? I'm warning you! Don't you dare fake an injury to extort me!" she warned.

Ashton shook his head. Queenie stated somberly, "He's a fifth-tier otherworldly realm expert. There are nine tiers in the otherworldly realm, with the first being the lowest and the ninth the highest. You need to be at least second-tier to beat a fifth-tier, even with your ability to fight above your station. "It is a proven fact that no one has ever overcome a three-tier gap. If you can't reach the second-tier within a month, you should just listen to my advice—don't get yourself killed at the Heavenly Medical Pavilion.

Then they attacked. BOOOOM!!! The creatures launched themselves forward. Their razor-sharp tails whipped through the air. The team immediately opened fire. Gunshots exploded throughout the room. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Outside the room, Ivy's eyes narrowed. Her psychic ability automatically analyzed the creatures. Level 50. Every single one of them. Her heart sank. "This is bad..." she thought. "This is far worse than I expected." Then another realization struck her. Her expression instantly changed.

Riley reached the dungeon clearing with a few minutes to spare, his pace steady now that the pressure of time had eased slightly. Level five. Just about. He’d hit it on the way over, the final bit of experience tipping him over after a couple of clean kills, and while it hadn’t felt dramatic, it mattered. He wasn’t walking into this underlevelled anymore, and that alone settled something in the back of his mind, and importantly he got the homing shot back.

Everything is frayed, the seams of my life coming apart. The lounge is silent when we enter, save for the low, hypnotic pulse of jazz through the walls. The front end continues its charade of high-end craft cocktails and polite conversation, but we slip through the hidden bulkhead in the larder, guarded by sentries who offer only a sharp, knowing nod. The back room reeks of aged leather and woodsmoke. It is my fortress. Zane moves to the bar and pours a triple measure of malt. Lucien paces, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Draven leans against the mantel, eyes fixed on the fire as if demanding a confession.

I turned my back to the body as my stomach emptied its contents. I slowly straightened, surveying the massacre. About twenty scorched bodies laid motionless amongst the burnt remnants. Every now and then, you could see a flicker of yellow, white, and black fabric. I bent back over and disposed of anything left in my stomach. Averting my eyes from my vomit, I quickly scanned the area again, trying not to pay too much attention to the detail. “What the . . .”

After they entered the fifth level, Rudy looked around and asked curiously, "This is the fifth level? Why isn't anything here? I don't even see anyone else." The fifth level was far too different from his expectations. It was not as loud as the first or second levels, and there were no grasslands like the third either. Instead, it was desolate. Whether it be the ground or the skies, it was completely white. It was so white that it was unsettling. Even if it was harder to get into the fifth level, there were a lot of them who passed and entered the fifth level. Strangely, they had not seen another person other than one another after they entered.

There was only one wooden door that couldn’t close tightly. I stared at the building, anxiety creeping back in. “It’s quite simple,” I said, trying to calm myself. “Yes, but it serves its purpose,” Julien replied. “And I’ll wait right here.” “Thank you,” I replied, feeling grateful. He stood near the door, looking ready in case I needed help. A large bucket of water and a scoop were visible inside when I peeked in. I took a deep breath. Okay, Aisha. This is just a toilet. You can open a human chest in the operating room; how can you be scared of using a toilet like this?

Pulte said. Pulte was worried about what might happen. He called Ravitz again and this time he quickly answered. "What's going on? What's happening?" Pulte asked. "Oh, get inside the bunkers and guide other people near you to safety. We're in level 3, the monsters have increased in the northwest wall and a couple of them are already above the city." "Have you contacted the doctors? Are they safe?" "Don't worry, the headquarters is the safest place in the city. Most of the people have already gone underground and uh-"