This Cultivator Came From The Future Novels & Stories

This was taboo and forbidden legend. “Myth?” Lucen laughed again. “Just because you were too frightened to search for it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” His eyes found Rayden. “The final resting place of the first cultivator, the existence who created the laws of cultivation themselves. A pocket dimension containing pure resources from the dawn of time. Resources enough to allow anyone…” He paused, eyes blazing with limitless ambition. “…to reach the highest realm.” Rayden finally understood. The scale of his enemy’s madness. This was no longer about conquering a clan, a province, or even a world. This was about becoming a god.

The Ouroboros hadn't been sent from some distant star. It had been sent from our own future. A future that had created a god-killing machine and fired it back into the past to clean up its own messy history. A history that presumably included us. Jeff stared at the numbers, his face a mask of stunned disbelief. The air in the penthouse grew thick, the lights beginning to pulse in a slow, rhythmic pattern that matched the frantic beating of my heart. He wasn't just connected to the garden's past. He was a target from the future.

How did he know that he was a time traveller? Red_Two closed his eyes for a second and paused. He appeared from nowhere with a time machine on his chest, and a microchip in his back. He knew he was in the past, and anyone with a brain could understand that he was from the future. It was expected and every hope he could have had to avoid such a question was futile. He got himself in this situation, hurting others or burdening them, and now, he was going to suffer. "I'm from the year 240 AGF, or 2340 AD," Red_Two whispered into Emmet's shirt, bringing his hands up to clutch it tight.

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

And so, with the power of ChronoMorph Technology (CMT) at our fingertips, we now resided on an island that was identical in appearance to the one we had previously known, yet transformed into a futuristic marvel, hidden in plain sight. Each of our quarters was equipped with a state-of-the-art food and drink simulator, offering unparalleled culinary convenience. With just a simple request, the simulator would spring to life, crafting our desired dish or beverage to flawless perfection. Whether we craved a juicy burger, a delicate sushi roll, or a steaming cup of coffee, the simulator delivered it all, instantaneously and with uncanny precision.

“They didn’t just 'find' us in the dystopian future we fled. They were harvesting the potential for the Silver Lineage from the very beginning of the modern world. We were a crop they had been tending for centuries, right under our noses.” ​“But how did this get here?” Killian asked, his hand dropping instinctively to the hilt of his obsidian blade. He looked at the paper as if it were a venomous snake. “How did you write a note to yourself and leave it in a cave a millennium before you were born? We only just arrived at this time. You haven't touched a pen in months.”

A person had a different future ahead of them. It was only a matter of the choices that they made on which of the futures they had to end up with. Sora could see the potential futures of different people. However, it did not apply to everyone. There were beings that he was unable to see the future of. Other than the Great Sovereign, there was only one person in the world that could see the future of everybody–even the beings that Sora was restricted to. He was known as Malachi.

"We need to talk." I sat up. Reaper grabbed weapon from nightstand. Aimed. "Who the hell are you?" The woman smiled. Sad. Knowing. "I'm Eva Morrison. From twenty years in the future. And I'm here to stop you from making the worst mistake of your life." My blood went cold. "That's impossible. Time travel doesn't—" "Doesn't exist?" Future Eva laughed. "You became consciousness prison. You merged with dimensional entity. You survived being consumed. And time travel is where you draw the line?"

The look in his eyes was the same one he'd had when he confessed to me. A bouquet suddenly blocked my view. The guy holding it was way taller than me. "My name is Cole Clausen. Your future fiancé. Congrats on graduating." I smiled and took the flowers. "Want to take a picture?" The photo caught that exact moment. For the first time in forever, I posted. [Graduated. Going public. One like and we're getting married tomorrow.] Then I quietly liked it myself. *** Third-Person POV Joshua realized he'd forgotten to block Nellie from seeing his latest post.

It was just simply unimaginable for him. “Affirmative, Maru.” Madame Ais replied. The eloquence earlier was no more and her words reverted once more to its mechanical answers. “Is there someone stronger than a level 10 cultivator, Madame Ais?” Maru continued to ask. His thirst for knowledge was awakened with the uncertainty he felt during their discussion. “Affirmative, Maru. Above level 10 cultivators are the Makers. They can create realms and design it at will.” Madame Ais responded.