The Thing On Level 7 Novels & Stories

Philip smiled and said with a nod, “Okay, thank you.” The guard snorted in response and stopped paying attention to Philip, who was unfazed. He walked to the stone at the entrance of the first level. The stone was red, and Philip saw the person before him press his palm on the stone. A number seven appeared above the stone. Obviously, this man's talent was not bad, and the number should refer to level seven. Sure enough, a ray of light burst out from the stone and sucked the man inside. The next moment, the dim light on level seven glowed briefly.

In fact, Xiao Chen had reached the fourth level of the Nirvana Realm. Not long ago, he absorbed a portion of the Seven-apertured Exquisite Fruit's power. Although there was only one level between the third and the fourth level, the difference between them was huge. One was at the Early-stage, and the other was at the Middle-stage. If he had not entered the fourth level, he would not be able to withstand the palm of the old man who was at the late-stage of Nirvana Realm.

and familiar. With no hesitation, I got up from the bed. I took the long hook beside the vanity table next to the bedside table. I walked over the spot where the attic door was and pulled it down. I, then, took the wooden ladder next to the vanity table and placed it under the attic door. When I climbed up, I stopped right under the scuttle hole. I used to get scared going up alone. I'm scared of the darkness of this specific place, afraid that I might see something I don't wanna see. Something terrifying. Something that is world crashing.

The eyes were silvery-white and carried boundless hatred as they slowly dissipated. "Hmm? This scent has a familiar aura..." The Nine Netherbird on Zephyr Khan's shoulder could not help but let out a soft cry of surprise. However, soon, it looked excitedly at Zephyr Khan who was searching things of Duan Kongchen and said excitedly, "Now, can we enter the seventh-level space? I know a portal to the seventh-level space can accurately enter the seventh-level space, not only the seventh-level space, but also upper echelon space, eighth-level space, or even ninth-level space...!"

We sat at our designated table where we sat with other three girls whose at Level 14. We started to eat and when the other girl finish their food they left the table and that's when we started talking. "I wonder what their bedrooms look like," Ana started the conversation. "Maybe like a princess theme? With fluffy pink pillows?" I laughed at her. "Hey! We're close," I seriously said to her as I am pertaining to being at the same level as the girls earlier. She sincerely smiled at me and continued in eating There are 15 levels and each higher level receive privileges not given to lower ones. Such as good bedroom and gadgets which can be use to contact their family in the first society.

Opened. Empty. Inside, a note. Folded. Crisp. Sera reached it first. Read aloud: > "You wanted answers, little sister. Come earn them." > "Level -3." Lucien swore under his breath. > "That level doesn’t exist." > "It does now." She stepped into the elevator. Lucien followed. No music. No buttons lit. It dropped. Fast. Lucien braced a hand against the wall. > "She’s rewriting the system in real-time."

"Can you find us a way out?" Ben's face was pale, but his fingers were already dancing across his tablet. The device was scorched, the screen cracked, but somehow still functional. "The facility's schematics are fragmented, but I'm seeing a pattern. There's a central shaft—probably for equipment transport—that runs all the way from the surface to..." He paused, frowning. "The readings don't make sense. It shows the shaft going down to Level -17, but then there's another designation. Something called 'The Path.'"

For a moment, I felt that putting a diamond ring on her finger wouldn't be such a bad idea. … After Cole fell asleep, Victoria quietly got up and headed to the basement. The dim room was filled with a foul, rotting stench. On the floor lay two figures—none other than the missing Carrie and Gabe. Admiring her freshly done nails, Victoria gave a casual command, "Begin." Two people stepped forward with tools in hand. Soon, the basement echoed with screams. Carrie and Gabe were subjected to inhuman torment, passing out from the pain, only to be splashed awake with cold water and dragged into another round of suffering.

I lifted my eyes, no love in them and no hate, only a flat, indifferent calm. "There's no need." "Once the love is gone, there's no meaning left in making anything up. Dean, I gave you seven chances. I gave way at every step and all it bought me was you tearing apart everything we ever had with your own hands. We’re even. From here on, there's nothing between us." Every word clear, final, clean, with no room left in it. I stepped around his frozen frame without another look at him, and turned toward the brightest lights in the room.

The next node was a sunken pool in a grove of silver-barked trees. The water should have been clear, but it held a murky, grey haze, like diluted ink. The sight of it, the lingering wrongness we were now forbidden to fix properly, made my skin itch. Assessor Seven glided to the water’s edge. “Implement Protocol 77-B. Begin with harmonic calibration of the local reality substrate.”