Backrooms Level 9 Novels & Stories

Samuel's puzzled voice came from behind me. "Ms. Johnson, you're taking the cable car down? You're not walking?" I turned around and met the confusion in both Samuel's and Hayden's eyes. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. For three years, ninety-nine visits to draw a fortune stick. Every time, I had climbed the mountain on my knees. Then I limped all the way back down. All of it was to show heaven how sincere I was. I thought if I was sincere enough, I would eventually receive a supreme blessing.

The doctor sighed and explained, "You're correct. Mr. Lane's private parts have been entirely necrotized. Normal function will no longer be possible." "No! This is impossible!" Timothy yelled in despair. "That geezer told me that taking those drugs would treat my impotence! I even felt a difference after taking it for the past few days. How could it have suddenly necrotized? Are you sure you didn't make an error in your observation, doctor? Please check again! There must still be hope!"

Somewhere high above, Maddox bellowed: "Security breach in Sublevel Nine. Contain the asset." Asset. That was all she was to them but to me, she was everything. The final door required biometric access. I grasped the guard I'd released a second ago and pressed his palm on the reader. The lock closed. It was colder in here and darker. Monitors lined all four walls, with images of brains and heat maps. She lay on a metal table now—bound down, wires on her temples and an IV delivering who-knew-what into her veins.

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

" There was a rare hint of passive-aggressiveness in his voice. Florence ignored him and held her phone out to me. "Look at this! Gets you excited, doesn't it?" she asked enthusiastically. Hayden followed my gaze, and his expression darkened instantly. There was a five-foot-nine-inch-tall man with particularly dazzling eight-pack abs displayed on the screen. "Whoa!" someone exclaimed enviously. "Do you have connections to any more of those quality men?" "Yes, in your dreams," said Florence sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "This is a junior staff member who just came to work with my department. Anna gets dibs."

Without realizing it, Petter pushed my body. "Akkkhhh!!" I staggered and fell down the stairs. Petter and Stella could only see the unfortunate incident that happened to him. The house was quiet, making Stella and Petter feel safe. "How is it, Petter?" said Stella anxiously. My ears could still hear everything, but my head also felt so painful. Is this the end of my life? "Awkhhh, my head hurts so much." I muttered. My vision was starting to get blurry, but I could still see Petter and Stella, who were just standing there looking at my condition and who were lying weak without any desire to help.

He stared at the liquid woman coldly, who got a shock. "Those eyes… could it be him?" The white glow faded off Wilbur, and he said weakly, "I've taken three moves from you. Have I passed your test yet?" "Congratulations, Wilbur. You've passed my test, and you've passed the ninth level of the magical tower." The liquid woman returned to the sea, and Wilbur promptly passed out from fatigue.

I called him a lunatic and slammed the door open, jumping out of the car as fast as I could. The next morning, I had the stock transfer contract ready. I went to the company, planning to sell all my shares and get far away from this disgusting city. I found Zayden and straightforwardly told him the price I had in mind for the deal. Unexpectedly, he suddenly lunged at me, pushing me back until I was pressed tightly against the chair. He deliberately unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his strong, muscular chest.

“Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!” I avoided his touch, my eyes showing nothing but distaste. His wrists were covered in cuts, some fresh, some healed, like ugly worms crawling over his skin. He said, “Every day you were gone, I thought of you, and I’d cut myself. The pain was the only thing that could keep me awake. The only way I could atone! “Jane, I know I was wrong. Please come back to me. I swear I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll never let you down again!”

He was injured, but it was not heavy. He killed the beast and won! Two points were in hand. Only after composing himself did he have the chance to think about anything else. Just the second level of difficulty had given him such a hard time. He did not dare to imagine how hard the ninth level of difficulty was. If he challenged the ninth level of difficulty, he would probably have turned into a corpse in just two minutes.