The Level Store Novels & Stories

The Level ones are the first to start to competition, after them will be the Level twos up to the last level, level ten. This competition consist of only Topaz Body Tier levels. The emerald and all others will start theirs once the topaz competition had ended. After a bit of competition between the level ones,.. It really wasn't that interesting as many of them still lack, but it was so funny to see two level ones fighting like amateurs with each other. The other student can't stop laughing. Vic, on his own also laughed but he quickly remembered some things.

The warehouse sat three levels below street grade, reachable only by a service elevator that required a stamped metal token and a password that changed every week. No phones past the inner door. No clothes beyond the second threshold. The single rule was posted in stark white letters on black steel: NOTHING. By midnight the rule had been obeyed so thoroughly that the vast concrete floor had become a shifting, continuous sea of bare skin.

Within a year, Lucid Dreams was flooded with customers, and because everyone was born differently, she made sure she catered to all ages as well as their various needs. Lucid Dreams had four levels: bronze, silver, gold, and platinum. The bronze level was for ordinary customers who came to buy drinks and enjoy their time with friends or alone, and it was the lowest level with no benefits. The higher the level, the more expensive it becomes, as well as the more privacy and secrets there are. Politicians, big businessmen, and people in high places frequented her club. As a result, she constructed a separate structure to meet their everlasting needs.

The "War Room" in the Deep Caves had been replaced by a blueprint spread across a wooden crate. ‎ ‎It wasn't a map of the forest. It was a schematic of a high-rise building in downtown Seattle. ‎ ‎"Blackwood Trust," Vexa said, tapping the paper with her good hand. "Sixty floors of human finance. Boring. But here..." ‎ ‎She pointed to the sub-basement levels, marked in red ink. ‎ ‎"Three levels of underground storage. Level 1 is safety deposit boxes. Level 2 is the gold reserve. And Level 3... is the Private Collection."

The voice on the other end crackled with excitement. "Nora, this is incredible. Level One needs someone like you!" The underground city was divided into three levels. Level One was a classified research and technology sector, the beating heart of the entire city, sealed off from the general population without exception. Level Two was home to those who had earned their place through contributions to the city's founding. Level Three, as the years wore on, had become something else entirely, the darkest corner of a world that had already lost most of its light.

"At some point watching stops being survival and starts being complicit." Nora looked at her notepad. Thought about the Student Court table and Level Four access and the particular calibrated ease of the people who had sat around it this afternoon. "The underground levels," she said. "What do you actually know?" "Three sublevels," Priya said. I mean, "The first is storage and archive. The second is unclear. The students who've accessed it haven't kept their memories of it." She paused. "The third is listed in the island's original architectural registration as court holding."

"This is where we will enter. It's deep and flooded with water. There's an entrance below the water level. That's where you are going to make a huge fireball. The hatch opens outward, which is why no one watches it. The hatch is deep enough underwater that the water pushes on it and makes it impossible to open. At least normally. But with a large enough fireball, it will push the water away so there is less pressure and we can get it open. That will put us on level 20. Once we're inside, we can use the stairs to go down. From there, I'm not sure where you want to go." "Are there any research labs?" Jack asked. "There are some large rooms on level 36, and some small rooms that could be office

Oh sweet, Noel really give me a game-like ability. I scrolled my status. NAME: SUNA RACE: ILDIAN DRAGONOID AGE: 1021 LEVEL: 999 TITLE: TRANSGRESSOR, GLUTTON, READER SKILL: ONLINE STORE Hm. I’ve really became the last boss, huh? I ignored my HP and MP because the numbers ached my eyes, including my multiple connected attribute that I don’t know even what’s the use was for. Rather than that, I’m more interested in my skills, ONLINE STORE. Like the adventurer who ventured with his dog, slime and dragon companion, I clicked the name, and another window displaying an online store appeared before me. I scrolled the window to make sure that it was a legit store.

Sherly looked at the outside of the “Elona’s Store.” The building looks like an old-fashioned wedding cake. But when she went inside, it was pretty crazy moderns with alternating laser stunts displayed on the front staircase. The store has many levels and curving staircases with Plexiglas walls, brilliant lighting and lots of white and gold. The overall effect is that of a cross between Dr. Seuss and a futuristic space-age.

Ashley thought that the Rose Academy was only on that level. Turned out the academy was actually the biggest department inside the company because they also took space down until Level 40, making it eleven levels in total for all the designers and models to work together. Level 50 was actually the main part where the products from designers were brought to be photoshoot and then put inside the AG Atelier fashion magazine called Fashion Atelier, similar to the name of the online shopping app that was owned by the company.