This Cultivator Came From The Future の小説・ストーリー

"But who sent it? Lyra is gone. The Editor is in the mail. The Owner is a puddle of ink." "The Future doesn't have a sender," Cian said, his voice unusually grave. He stepped forward, his eyes shimmering with that gold-ink light. "The Future is just a place where everything we haven't done yet happens." Mina reached out. Before I could stop her, she flicked the brass latch.

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?"

They continued walking towards the center of the village, becoming a spectacle for the villagers, who never seemed to see anyone other than their own kind. The group turned into a large dull white stilt house. Someone was standing in front of the terrace. A man about sixty years old, with an aquiline nose, a body the size of an oak tree, and red-brown skin from frequent exposure to the sun. And even though no one told Ciara, she immediately recognized the man as the Alpha of Moon Warriors. The Moon Warriors all bowed in salute while Ciara and Scott didn’t move where they stood. “Who are they?” asked the Alpha to the well-built man.

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.

He was the first ever man who made her heart beat at an abnormal pace differently. "I don't understand if your feelings are real or you're just fooling me," She breathed. His body was hard. His muscles were solid as a rock and the warmth that radiated off of him was soothing. Silvia blinked at him. The girl was in a daze. Her body went rigid as she was sucked into somewhere else. She found herself in Hunter's room. Silvia stiffened realizing it was a vision. Her future self was laying on the bed beaming at someone behind invisible Silvia. Silvia tensed when Hunter walked through her towards the bed where her future self lay.

Another piece of myself ripped from myself as she dies. And there is absolutely nothing I can do. The loud buzz of the tattoo gun brings me back to the present. I glance down at my arm as I get some retouching finished and the new tattoo of her signature from her last letter. My friend Axel has been my tattoo artist since the 13th century. He's like me. A creature that lives forever, doesn't die, and is just here. His other half isn't cursed like mine is. A curse that takes her away from me. He has had his agapitós (beloved) since he was 22 in human years.