This Cultivator Came From The Future Novels & Stories

Miller commented. "What do you mean ten years? It's still 2025 isn't it?" He asks in a confused tone. "What are you talking about? It's already 2035! Where have you been?" Mr. Miler informed him. Drake felt like cold water had been splashed to his face. How can it be 2035 now? Where are the giant mushrooms and the buildings? It's impossible that they are in the future. Everything looks like it was in 2025!

as I down an oil-soaked fry. "I went to the future. I mean, like 2042 so not that far, and--" he spaces out. There's this blank look in his eyes. I can't place it, but somehow that honey color turns deep brown. He takes another bite of the horrendous burger, so this must be bad. "Wh-What?" "There was nothing. The land--i-it was empty." "Like what? Pollution, or--" "There were no people, no plants, just hollow buildings. I--"

The attendant grunted in response watching a movie on her holographic tablet. A small shop robot gilded towards Temi. "Good afternoon. How may I help you?" It said. It was obvious it was a first-generation robot. It had small arms and no mouth or a face. A small red beam on its smooth pearl head was its eyes and it currently focused its attention on Temi. "Where can I get an auto-trans?" Temi asked. "Once you step out, take a fork left and go straight. There is currently an auto-trans waiting."

It was odd seeing my own self, but I didn't have time to be amazed. "Who are you?" My younger self repeats. "And why are you touching my luna?" "Listen," I huffed, hoping he would believe what I was about to say. "I'm you from the future." It even sounded like a crock of shit to me, but I didn't know how else to phrase it. "I came here to try to help you defeat your enemies." "Enemies?" He repeated, narrowing his gaze. "That's right. I'll explain everything once we get Danica inside." I continued. "She is pregnant and needs to take care of herself."

She didn't expect there was another side behind all that. Amelia waved her hand and said, "It's not that bad. You heard about the pandemic a while ago, right? It was man-made. Who knows, maybe next time they'll make a move from Environmental Energy, Formation, or cultivation methods." "There was an old cultivator in our Norfolk, that Maverick. Just think about why he was called the old cultivator, he must have been really good, right? So, I wanted you to go look for clues, since when cultivators meet, their aura can't really be hidden."

My surgery had gone very smoothly. The moment the bandages were removed, the soft light suddenly became intense. "It’s too bright." Rio started laughing, and then her laughter turned into tears. She told me my donor had been a woman—an old lady. She had passed away last week due to terminal-stage cancer. "Can I go see her?" Just as the words left my mouth, Nelson appeared at the door, holding a bouquet of tulips. He walked in and knelt in front of me, as if looking through me at someone else.

About Rick. Eli didn’t laugh. He didn’t interrupt. He just stared, wide-eyed, as if she were speaking in another language. When she finally fell silent, breathless, he whispered, “Ava… do you hear yourself? You’re saying… you’re saying you met you. From the future.” “Yes.” Her voice cracked. “I know it sounds insane. But it’s real. The letters are real.” Eli’s hands tightened on the chains of the swing. “Do you have them? The letters?”

Sienna moved closer to me and clasp her hands together, a gesture she would do whenever she's afraid. "Let's get straight to the point here, what's the problem, Albert? And why is James here?" I have to be straightforward because I was feeling we didn't have much time. "Let me introduce myself, ma'am. I'm James Albert Cameron, born in 2015." "Wow, you're also from the future!" Sienna exclaimed, blinking at James now, then she covered her open mouth with her palm to stop herself from talking. "I came from the year 2050, and I was one of the physicists who discovered the dimension portal which will help us to go back in time." He stopped because Sienna cut him again.

There, she did not find a monster or a machine, but a version of herself that had lived ten thousand years beyond the "Violet-Winter." This "Future-Avery" was the "Creditor-Prime." She was the one who had sent the Sombra back to 2024. She was the one who had hired Silas Thorne. She had created the "Universal-Standard" to act as a "Biological-Lifeboat" for a universe that was destined to "Wild" itself into extinction.

"I do not wait for the future. I hold it in my palm." I realized, with a soul-crushing jolt, that my presence wasn't an intrusion. It was a requirement. He knew I was coming. He had known since the foundation of the world that a man from the future would stand at the foot of his cross. My arrival hadn't probed into history; it had finished it. My machine, my team, my entire life’s work—it was all designed by the very events I was currently watching, an endless, self-sustaining loop of divine orchestration.