Backrooms Level 9 Novels & Stories

“the room where they don’t stop until you use the word twice.” I didn’t reply to anyone. Just lurked. Absorbed. Let the words sink into me like ink under skin. On the eighth day, the itch became unbearable. I texted the number. Initiate E. I want darker than level 2. Tonight if possible. Reply came in under two minutes. 22:00. Same door. Tell the greeter: Level 3. Bring nothing. Wear what makes you feel exposed.

Beth looks outraged, pulling away from me. “How would you know?” I grin. “Ever seen yourself sleep?” Her lips move as she struggles to come up with a response when Quill calls out, “I hope we don’t have to share a barrack! I have sensitive hearing!” “You don’t have the right body parts to share a barrack with us,” I shoot back. “Have fun sharing one with Anderson.” Quill shudders. The Level Two island is vastly different from the Level One and Zero islands. The ground is wet mud, making it hard to walk. There is also this creepy mist in the air, which one only sees in horror movies or swamps.

"The late-night study session is in full swing. We’re going to walk through the stacks, and you’re going to act like a perfectly normal, perfectly failing student." He pressed a button on the remote. The vibration hit me like a lightning bolt. It wasn't a gentle buzz; it was a high-frequency, aggressive throb that seemed to rattle my very bones. My knees buckled, and I had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from falling. "Ah! Sir... please!" "Quiet," he snapped, though his eyes were dancing with sadistic delight. "This is level one, Liam. There are ten levels. Every time you make a sound, every time you stumble, I turn it up. If you cry out in public, the 'F' becomes permanent."

Only then did he let down the beast. Xiao Chen looked at the shrub in his hands and laughed. "Well, we got it now. Let's go back." Just as he was about to walk up the stairs, he suddenly felt the familiar aura from before. This time, it didn't come from the Great Devil on the same floor, but from deep below the ground—the ninth floor, the Avici level!

I had to know how to upgrade my abilities before our next potential meeting. "System, how do I upgrade my penetration level? What is required to overcome a 4/5 resistance?" A clear chime echoed, and the text reorganized itself across the screen. Host must increase penetration capability. Requirement: Level Two penetration unlocks after Mind Push has been successfully executed 12 times. Current Progress: 2/12. Warning: Attempting to force Mind Push against a target whose resistance exceeds the Host's current penetration level is strongly discouraged. Doing so may result in severe migraines, nasal hemorrhaging, or permanent neurological damage. Proceed with extreme caution.

My gaze coldly fell onto their bodies that had fallen onto the ground before they could figure out what had happened. I calmly wiped my hands altogether, stepping on them as I looked at Claude who gave me a thumbs up. I beckoned him forward. “Let’s go.” Both of us moved to the iron-barred basement where it had been few meters away from the three guards earlier. I couldn't help but frown when the more we get closer, the more the air grew damp and I could scent metallic—blood was thick. However, when we got closer, my gaze fell onto the wolves inside the basement.

Darius The Ninth Circle was worse than it was in my dream. The obsidian pillars here were larger, etched with runes that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic violet light: the heartbeat of the digestive system Elena had described. The ground was no longer glass; it was a grey, ash-like substance that felt like bone-dust beneath my boots. This felt too real, like it was physical.

Shelly said to Alex, “Actually, these things are afraid of you.” Alex felt that too. The three thousand lotuses in his body shook lightly. All kinds of laws were in complete harmony and scattered around his body. Such an aura was a great deterrent to the vicious ghosts. After all, he was now completely on a path of a powerhouse after acquiring the Legacy of the nine Ancestor Witches. It was unknown how long had passed. They walked down level by level. Shortly afterward, they reached the ninth level of hell.

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.

"And you're not carrying it alone." Valeria faced him, a burning and poignant passion in her gaze. "Then we do this together." Loyd nodded once, decisive. "Come." SUBTERRANEAN LEVEL 9 — VAULT ANTEROOM The hall plunged like a corkscrew into the earth's marrow. Motion sensors ticked above, the air thick with sterilized chill. Valeria's footfalls echoed out, her fingers clenching the card. When they stood before a door of reinforced steel, Loyd halted.