More Backrooms Stories, Please 多来点后室的书

1. 51 妹 Don’t Be Afraid, Little Sis. Big Brother’s Got Your Back 妹妹别怕，哥哥超护短 Flying Ant飞奔的蚂蚁Urban1.9M WordsCompleted [Invincible + passionate + miracle doctor + surrounded by beauties] A poor young man comes down from the mountains, seemingly leading an ordinary life, but hiding an enormous secret. A sword in his right hand can subdue the world. A medicine gourd in his left can save all living beings! Beauties compete to throw themselves into his arms. Powerful magnates beg him to spare them. This young man is far too formidable. Don't provoke him! 64Reads6.7Score—14d adds
2. 52 爱 Love in the Library 爱在图书馆 Qin Lei, Who Loves Preserved Egg and Greens Soup爱吃皮蛋青菜汤的秦蕾7k WordsCompleted Love in the Library —Reads—Score—14d adds

   Reader note

   The library's old sandalwood doors creaked familiarly. Lin Xiaoman clutched the three books in her arms, as if holding a fragile celadon vase. The spine of the top book, *One Hundred Years of Solitude*, gleamed with a worn, pale gold—paint rubbed off during her third renewal. The early autumn afternoon sunlight, sliced into diamonds by the diamond-shaped glass windows, streamed across the dark green terrazzo floor, the air filled with the lingering scent of ink. Her canvas shoes stopped abruptly as they stepped over the crack in the third tile—a young man in a white shirt sat on the dark green velvet sofa. He was bathed in the interplay of light and shadow, his left hand supporting his chin, his right hand turning the pages. A ray of sunlight pierced through his fingers, casting amber spots on the pages, the curve of his wrist resembling a jade crescent moon. Unconsciously, Lin Xiaoman took a half-step back, the heel of her canvas shoe striking the brass lampstand, the metallic vibration particularly clear in the stillness. The boy looked up at the sound, his fine bangs ruffled by the draft, revealing a small, light brown mole between his brows. She recognized his eyes; during her speech as a freshman representative at the opening ceremony, those eyes, under the auditorium's overhead lights, resembled obsidian submerged in a cold pool. "Classmate?" His voice was clearer than she remembered, like the thawing stream behind the library. Lin Xiaoman realized she had been staring at him in a daze, and as she hurriedly looked down, the copy of *Love in the Time of Cholera* in her arms suddenly slipped from her grasp. The dark blue cover arced through the air, but was caught steadily by slender fingers just before it hit the ground. She saw the wristwatch peeking out from under his light gray cuff; the ticking of the second hand suddenly became deafening. "Gabriel García Márquez." As the boy handed the book back, his fingertips inadvertently brushed against the back of her hand. "I just finished reading *Chronicle of a Death Foretold* yesterday." Lin Xiaoman felt a tiny electric current surge through her skin where he had touched her, and her ears instantly burned. This was the first time she had ever heard someone say an author's full name in real life; usually, her classmates would just say, "The one who writes magical realism." She mustered her courage and looked up, only to find a Portuguese original of *The Patriarch's Autumn* spread out on the other person's lap, the edges of the pages covered with pale purple sticky notes. "Want to sit?" The boy suddenly shifted to his left, the dark green velvet sofa making a soft rustling sound. "The sunlight is about to reach where you're standing." His Adam's apple was faintly visible at his collar as he spoke, and a thin silver chain peeked out from the second button of his shirt. Lin Xiaoman then noticed that she was standing in the area where the sunlight was gradually spreading, her hair already burning hot. Hesitantly, she sat down, smelling the cool scent of cedar emanating from him, mixed with the distinctive smell of old paper from the library's rare books section. The sofa was narrower than she had imagined; she stiffly pressed herself against the armrest, hearing her own heart pounding so hard it hurt her chest. "Lu Xingye." He suddenly spoke, handing her a dark blue bookmark held between his long, slender fingers. "You dropped your bookmark." Lin Xiaoman took the bookmark, which was printed with an iris pattern, and noticed the thin calluses on his fingertips from practicing the piano. She opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat. Just then, a flock of white doves flew past the window, their fluttering wings startling the green ivy clinging to the window frame. The shadow cast by the vines enveloped half of the boy's face. "Lin... Lin Xiaoman." She finally found her voice, her fingertips tracing the raised pattern on the bookmark. It was an eighteenth birthday gift from her mother before she passed away; faint tear stains still clung to the iris petals. Lu Xingye chuckled softly, fine lines appearing at the corners of his eyes. "Xiaoman, the cutest name among the twenty-four solar terms." As he spoke, he reached out to brush aside the green ivy vines that brushed against her shoulder, the pinky ring on his little finger flashing coldly. "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, there will be a golden rain here." Lin Xiaoman looked up blankly and saw his fingertip pointing to the century-old ginkgo tree outside the window. The golden, fan-shaped leaves were rustling in the wind, a few fluttering down onto the windowsill like abducted butterflies. When she turned her head again, Lu Xingye had already gotten up and left. The sofa still held a lingering warmth, and on the Portuguese novel lay a still-scented note: "When the ginkgo leaves cover the 37th floor tile, shall we discuss Márquez's narrative of reincarnation? —Lu Xingye" A simple ginkgo leaf was drawn in the corner of the note, its veins strikingly similar to the iris pattern on her bookmark. Lin Xiaoman tucked a note into page 137 of *One Hundred Years of Solitude*, where it read: "The past is all false, and memories have no way back."

3. 53 九EN Immortal of the Nine Realms 九域凡仙 Dao Buyi道不易Eastern Fantasy8.1M WordsCompleted The path to immortality is uncanny, and humanity is lowly. All living beings are but pagodas, while the immortal heart is cold as frost. The young Fang Chen unexpectedly gains an immortal opportunity, but he has only one wish: to wield the immortal sword in his hand and bring peace to the world for all generations. 63.6kReads9.0Score5.2k14d adds

   Reader note

   🌿1. This cultivation world is outrageous! The path to immortality is full of strange occurrences, and ordinary people's lives are cheap. Everyone is desperately seeking transcendence, but the hearts of those immortals are as cold as ice. But our protagonist, young Fang Chen, has incredible luck and unexpectedly gains a chance at immortality. He doesn't dream of flying through the air or becoming a powerful figure; he just hopes to use his immortal sword to bring peace and prosperity to the world! 🌿2. The male protagonist is incredibly unlucky; he falls into the backrooms, a horrible place filled with traps and monsters. He's terrified every day, not knowing when he'll die, so he has to write down his experiences. If you ever accidentally fall in there, this diary might just save your life. We're just ordinary people, so don't be reckless!

4. 54 三 Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Faster, and Diao Chan Says I’m Too Fast 三国：十倍速度，貂蝉说我太快了 Chosen Emperor天命帝王Historical2.8M WordsCompleted After transmigrating to the end of the Eastern Han dynasty, Duan Yu opens his eyes to find that he has been taken in by Diao Chan, the most beautiful woman of the Three Kingdoms. Looking at the humble home and the beautiful woman, Duan Yu awakens the [Tenfold Speed] trait and decides to repay her with everything he has. [Ding! System notification: You have awakened the [Tenfold Speed] trait. Everything you do is now ten times faster!] [Ding! After diligently farming ten times, you have obtained 53.8kReads9.0Score6.9k14d adds
5. 55 刚 I Had Just Mastered the Purple Sky Divine Thunder When a Hundred Ghosts Appeared at Night 刚修成紫霄神雷，就遇到百鬼夜行 Fu Ling芙铃Urban2.5M WordsOngoing “Young man, you’re a cultivation genius the likes of which appears once in a thousand years. Come with me, and I’ll give you an incredible opportunity.” When Gu Changsheng met a charlatan in the park, he planned to play along and expose him. But as soon as the Daoist reached the mountain, he started flying on a sword. Uh-oh. Looks like this one’s the real deal. Gu Changsheng was filled with anticipation, imagining himself living the life of an immortal in white robes. Instead, on his very f 19.1kReads8.3Score1.3k14d adds
6. 56 我 I'm Just a Eunuch, So What's Wrong with Having a Few More Beautiful Women? 我一太监，红颜多点很合理吧 Snow Flying over the Cold River寒江飞雪Eastern Fantasy3.4M WordsCompleted [Hunt down transmigrators] [Ensemble cast] [No saintly heroine] [Three empress sisters] [Rebellious disciple] “Anyone who inexplicably plagiarizes poetry shall be executed without mercy!” “Anyone who makes soap, cement, or gunpowder shall be executed without mercy!” “Anyone who writes simplified characters or speaks strangely shall be executed without mercy!” “Any good-for-nothing whose cultivation suddenly skyrockets and who claims that even the heavens can’t block his sight shall be executed w 66.4kReads9.0Score8.5k14d adds
7. 57 末 Apocalypse: Target, the Three-Thousand-Woman Army 末世：目标三千女神军 Timiya缇米呀Sci-Fi & Apocalypse4.2M WordsCompleted [Apocalypse + decisive and ruthless + absolute pragmatist + reborn + beauty legion + System + stockpiling supplies + natural disasters + darkness + supernatural powers + mythical beings descend + myriad races...] The apocalypse erupted. Zombies roamed, ferocious beasts lurked, natural disasters struck without end, order collapsed, morality crumbled, and human nature was twisted. Ye Junmo, who had survived five years of the apocalypse, was reborn ten days before it began. He stockpiled supplies, 23.4kReads7.9Score2.2k14d adds
8. 58 天 Awakened by Heavenly Treasures: I Can Engrave Anything 天物觉醒：我能刻印一切 The Leaf Riding the Wind御风而行的葉子Urban3.7M WordsOngoing [Publication Contract Signed, Safe to Read][Tales of Youth][Everyone Has Common Sense][Absolutely Wonderful][Magic][Distinctive Characters][No Female Lead] My name is Jin Feichen. Draped in the twilight of my youth, I once thought I would muddle through life, relying on taxpayers to support me forever. I thought that would be my fate. However, all of that came to an end on a rainy afternoon. Youth is a grand stage. On that evening when rain poured down in torrents, the stage reached out to me, a 266.5kReads9.5Score22k14d adds
9. 59 后 Exploring the Backrooms Is Never-Ending 后室探索永无止境 Drunk Beneath the Moon醉月下Urban49k WordsOngoing [Based on the Wikidot version of the Backrooms] [No female lead] [Exploring the levels] [Realistic survival] [Easy to get into] [No dumbed-down characters or drop in quality] [Slow burn] [A protagonist who grows over time] The empty rooms are no longer monotonous, and the damp carpets no longer stink. This place is nothing like it used to be. “Bro, do you miss the Frontrooms?” An accident in the rain pulled Lin An out of reality. “I do, but I also don’t.” An accident in the rain brought Lin 1Reads—Score—14d adds

   Reader note

   A new book in the inner chamber, Mao Sui recommends himself

Other lists with Don’t Be Afraid, Little Sis. Big Brother’s Got Your Back