Novel & Cerita Backrooms Level 5

The two Level 4 male zombies could be fused into a Level 5 male zombie. In the boxes in Lucas’ mind, he dragged a Level 4 male zombie onto the other. In an instant, a Level 5 male zombie was born. A Level 5 zombie was still an ordinary zombie. Once it reached Level 6, only would it be considered a high-level zombie. Lucas continued searching for zombies in the hospital. However, much to his disappointment, there did not seem to be any other zombies left in the hospital. Now, night had already fallen. It would not be appropriate for him to go searching for zombies outside.

“He wants to watch it burn.” “And he wants us inside while it happens,” Jackson added. “Cowards hide. Harrison performs.” The ground vibrated beneath their feet again deeper this time, a pulse like the heart of a dying beast. Dust rained from the ceiling. Savannah reached instinctively for Jackson’s arm, and he shifted toward her without hesitation, steady even while the world trembled. Cole shouted over the noise. “That was sublevel five. Something overloaded.” “Harrison’s trying to bury the evidence!” Savannah said.

Before she could relish the feeling of being alive, a flash of memories came through her mind, making her feel like her head was going to burst. "Are you okay? Are you hurting somewhere?" the man stood up in a panic, looking aggrieved when he saw her pained face. Tang Yazhu then realized that the gush of memories running around in her brain were images of memories that did not belong to her. Though, she clearly understood that these flashes of memories belonged to the previous owner of the body. Since she now possessed the memories of the previous owner, it seemed that she had successfully managed to possess a human body now.

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.

In the five years since my absence, Sebastian and Rebecca had become closer than before. I trembled as I recalled the last scene of Rebecca killing me. She gripped my neck with a ferocious look on her face. "Naomi, why did you come back? Why are you trying to ruin my life? Why should I be sent back to the orphanage just because of you? I'm not going back to that hellhole!"

The maintenance shaft was pitch black. My gloved hands slipped on rusted rungs as we descended toward sublevel five. The clone's blood smeared across my vest. Naz's breath came in ragged bursts through the comm: "That wasn't just a clone. It was a message." I focused on the next rung. The next breath. The next step. Anything but the terrifying implications. The ladder ended abruptly. My boots hit standing water. Sublevel five stretched before us—an endless corridor of glass-walled chambers. Each contained a single occupant.

After reaching the fifth floor, James felt extreme crushing pressure. Despite that, quite a few other creatures were gathered on the fifth floor. About a thousand people were resting to recharge their energy to continue ascending to the ninth floor. “I can’t go any further.” James sat in the lounge area on the fifth floor and waved his hand to Henrik beside him, saying, “I can’t stand the pressure here anymore. I’m going to leave first.” “Don’t leave yet.” Henrik promptly dissuaded him. “You haven’t used Sacrilegious Ascension or the dragon bone yet. If you use them, you’ll surely be able to reach the seventh floor.”

Night Five The shadows come alive the second my eyes flutter open as black tendrils snap around my wrists like they’ve been starving for my skin. They yank me upright and slam my back to the headboard while chains of darkness coil tight until my arms stretch high and my tits thrust forward with nipples peaked and begging. My legs wrench apart with knees hooked over the iron rails so my pussy splays open while it stays swollen and dripping from last night’s breeding and the runes on my belly glow faint gold in the dark. He’s already there with his cock standing up against his abs, thick and angry while veins pulse like they’re ready to burst.

The Core of The Grave was a cathedral of rusted iron and screaming steam. A central shaft dropped five hundred feet into the black gut of a hollowed-out supertanker, lined with hanging server racks that looked like suspended coffins. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and the rhythmic, metallic thrum of the massive cooling fans below. "The extraction team is on Level 4," Siren’s voice crackled over Julian’s stolen earpiece. "They’ve brought a portable uplink. If they finish the bridge, they’ll have the satellite, and I’ll have a reason to sink this ship with you on it."

"We were students. Real medical students. They stole our lives to make a toy for a child." "Then where are our bodies?" Benson asked. He looked at his hands. His face was full of horror. "Are we just rotting in a box somewhere?" "That's what Level 103 is " the Assistant whispered. He began to disappear. "The basement. The place where the real bodies are kept." The sky turned black. The sun went out. The only light left came from Junes chest and the two glass moons. "I'm just going to delete the save file " the voice from the sky said. It sounded cold. It sounded like a teenager. "This game is garbage anyway."