An Urban Cultivation Frenzy の小説・ストーリー

Behind him, a small fleet of converted cargo haulers stood idling, their flatbeds laden with the canisters of heirloom seeds they had liberated from the distribution hub. This was the first true test of the post-Reset world. In the city, freedom was a matter of politics and power grids, but out here, on the bleached remains of the old seabed, freedom was a matter of biology. If the seeds didn't take, the decentralization of the city’s resources would eventually lead to a slow, starving collapse.

"If the Reclamation starts, this city—everything we fought for—becomes a graveyard of gold again." --- ### The Neon Wilds We left the royal quarters and headed toward the lower levels of the Intersection. The city was a fever dream of evolution. I saw a group of teenagers walking through a park where the trees were made of fiber-optic cables that grew real, succulent peaches. They were laughing, their eyes glowing with minor mana-traces. They didn't know they were living on a countdown. They didn't know that in twenty-three hours, their peaches might turn into binary dust.

James set up a Time Formation around his body to cultivate. Right now, he desperately wanted to become stronger as quickly as he could. Only by becoming stronger would he have a better chance of surviving the Primeval Age. James devoted everything to his cultivation while his three companions sought a way to enter the Dead City. However, after exhausting every method they could think of, they still failed to find a way to enter the Dead City. The city was strange and it was impossible to enter. It was almost as if the city never existed. Ultimately, the trio ran out of ideas and had no choice but to wait outside the city gate for James to finish cultivating.

“The one-night stand?” She nodded. “All the time,” he admitted. “But I think we would’ve found each other anyway. Eventually. Some stories are just… inevitable.” She leaned into him, resting her cheek against his chest. “I like our story.” “So do I.” That evening, Skye walked through the garden they’d started on the center’s rooftop. Raised beds brimmed with tomatoes, herbs, and lavender. Children giggled as they chased each other between rows, while two older volunteers taught a workshop on growing food in urban spaces.

After leaving the forge, Andrius and Gluttony started wandering around the Untamed Land. Andrius wanted to use this opportunity to see if he could get lucky and find any information about Luna. The result was obvious. After wandering for most of the day, he still found nothing. In the following days, they mostly stayed in seclusion. When they came out, they would spar with each other and roam around the Untamed Land. What surprised Andrius was that in just three days, the city became chaotic. The reason was that many cultivators came to the Untamed City, looking to capture a woman.

One evening, she caught him reaching for a fallen petal; he pressed it to the mouth of his mask as if remembering another life. Eventually, the city’s new myth became more hunger than memory. Carolina noticed the change in the way people touched: fleeting, greedy, an urgency that made every rumor of scarcity feel like a prophecy. Markets filled with unrecognizable fruits, blue on the outside, sweet as blood. Couples knotted in dark corners, tangled in bluebell and mutual need, never minding the dirt or the gawkers. Even children seemed wilder, growing quick and sharp and without a shred of domestication. Mira said it was unsustainable; Xander said it was evolution. Carolina said nothing. She

He only met the man once, but now he had to find the man who could be the key to him improving his cultivation level. After he went to the local supermarket to get some groceries, Warren prepared dinner. He then phoned Samuel and Allison to tell them about his safe arrival. After dinner, Warren locked himself in his room and started cultivating again. His Reiteki Mastery of C-Class was at its peak and whenever Warren cultivated, his body temperature would soar sky high. However, whenever he felt the immense heat, he often stopped cultivating in fear of him burning out. After that he took a peaceful night's rest only to be wakened up by the chirping of birds outside his window.

Rayden said softly, his gaze returning to the monitor displaying Gavin's face, "A forest must be burned to the ground so that new, stronger trees can grow in its place." As Gavin commanded, a massive city-wide lockdown began. Bramasta cultivators, their faces cold and their auras oppressive, spread through every district. They installed spiritual sensors at every gate and major intersection, creating an invisible net that made the entire city feel like a prison. Ordinary citizens felt the tension in the air, while lower-level cultivators chose to stay indoors, unwilling to be swept up in the raging storm between giants. But as Gavin turned the city into a cage to trap him, Rayden did the exa

He should probably look into it. “Oh, nevermind.” It really seems like these characters do not really exist. “But this is the Grand Mistress's garden right?” “Grand Luna garden? No. Although she has a mini garden too but this is not it. Your mate drew that from his imagination I think.” Ethan has a great love for arts especially when it involves nature. He made every single painting in the house and even those at his personal residence in the pack. Indeed, this garden's painting can be said to be the most beautiful of them all.

Jason replied as if it was completely normal. “What am I supposed to do,” She inquired her confusion mounting. Anna hadn’t told her a single thing and the CEO himself was now leaving yet it wasn’t even 8.30 am. What kind of company was this, she wondered again. “Well you can play with the birds, they are yours by the way. That's my welcoming gift to you. Plus there are lots of games on this computer. Do you have any games on your phone?” “Candy crush but…,” Cassandra was beginning to say before Jason interrupted.