Backrooms Level 9 Novels & Stories

[YES / NO] SYSTEM DESCRIPTION: TEMPORARILY AMPLIFIES ALL BASELINE PHYSICAL STATS (SPEED, STRENGTH, AGILITY, PERCEPTION) BY +100% FOR A DURATION OF EXACTLY 90 SECONDS. She stared at it. Ninety seconds of everything she had, doubled. Silas glanced over, catching the look on her face. "Ara—what do we do? The perimeter's caving in!" She took one breath. The fear in her chest burned off, replaced by something colder and sharper. She turned toward the door. "Watch the feeds," she said, voice flat and certain. "Keep guiding Daniel." "Where are you going?!" Silas said, stunned. She didn't look back, her focus already on the prompt hanging in front of her. "I'm handling this myself."

I forced back the tears in my eyes and the vomit rising in my throat. ‘It’s fine,’ I told myself quietly. ‘With that, all 99 coupons have been used up. ‘I’m leaving you for good, Leonard.’

Theodore said, "If Beau went looking for Merida, he's probably on the second floor." The second floor served as the students' backstage changing area. Elara kept the call connected as she slipped her phone into her pants pocket. She removed her backpack and took out the insulated water bottle inside. After soaking a handkerchief with water from the bottle, she asked Theodore, "How long do you think I can stay on the second floor with just this wet cloth over my nose and mouth?"

Instead, she pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, her gaze drifting away from me for a second too long. “I’m going to let this slide,” she finally said, her voice tight. “Only because I didn’t make it clear to you before. But the level nine archive is not accessible to you.” She paused briefly, then added, “And regarding the creature in level nine… there are going to be some changes.” Changes? Because I had gone into the archive? Because I had seen something I wasn’t supposed to see? “Consider it a new protocol,” she continued. “From this moment on, you are to deliver food through a slot. No direct entry into the room.”

Dieux Academy’s library had nine levels, each containing different Supernatural Signature Skills. The higher the level, the more advanced the Supernatural Signature Skills. Once James found suitable ones, he quickly viewed them, casually flipping through the pages before placing them back on the bookshelf and picking up another to read. Soon, he reached the ninth level of the library. On the ninth level, the Supernatural Signature Skills he flipped through were all highly advanced and well-known in the outside world. Despite his possession of the Genesis Path Scripture, memorizing these profound inscriptions was challenging, and he required some time to review each one.

There were also traps, which made it difficult to guard against. Judy could no longer withstand the pressure and broke out in cold sweat. “One step back for this one, and one step back for this one, right?” “One step back for this one, and one step back for this one, and then flip it beautifully.” “There are two traps in this level. First, add up the bridge, and then one step back for the flip.” “Beautiful. Very good. Continue.” A few people surrounded him and gave him advice. However, when they reached the twenty-first level, Willie stepped back and poured himself a cup of coffee.

From that point on, I stopped skimming the comments and started actually studying them. I worked to understand what people meant when they talked about sweet moments and shipping couples. Then I came across a word I'd never encountered before. Transmigration! The moment I applied it to Tristan's sudden change in personality, everything clicked into place. However, I needed proof before I could act on it. I didn't know when the foreign soul had taken over his body, so I used acupuncture to seal his pressure points. That technique did more than just put him to sleep. It had a second effect. It would trigger a relapse of his old soul-untethering condition.

Unreadable. Ahead of us, Lugal Nergal sat on his throne of bone. He was leaning forward. His milky eyes fixed on my face. Searching for a micro-tremor. A spike in pulse. The scent of deceit. "Empty?" Nergal repeated softly. The word echoed in the vast, hollow chamber. "Empty, Majesty," I lied. Keeping my voice flat and professional. "The facility in Sector 99 was a Pre-Fracture ruin. Structural integrity was critical. When we attempted to breach the lower levels, the tectonic instability triggered a collapse."

"Karina usually comes here every time the night market opens. I have to go to the control room first." Without waiting for an answer, Luna turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone to begin my investigation. I still remembered that this Echelon Nine black market has nine floors below ground—a criminal labyrinth where the deeper you went, the tighter the security. During my previous investigation, I'd only managed to get as far as level five. Each floor presented a different dystopian scene; the upper levels were filled with rows of high-tech digital gambling machines and modern glass display cases showcasing illegal firearms, while the deeper levels reeked of illicit drug deals

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.