This Cultivator Came From The Future Novels & Stories

The fifth star cracked. A massive wave of energy erupted from it. Every possible future appeared simultaneously. Millions of versions of our family. Millions of endings. Millions of wars. Millions of deaths. And in every single one... I was sitting on the throne. Except one. I stared at the final vision. In that future, the throne was empty. No ruler. No Guardian. No Creator. Only my family standing together. I looked at Elyra. What happens in that future? She smiled.

“Chloe.” The woman spins to face me, grey hair spilling from her part. And suddenly, I’m staring into a mirror. My future, I suppose. Or a half of me thrust forward through time. Is she hiding from the likeness of her father? Does she cling to the memory of her dead mother? Has she stained her basin copper with henna too many times? Does she count her magpies, too? I don’t care for any answers. I like her a whole lot more believing it. I wouldn’t mind being whisked away by her. We could grow our hair out. Mine a light, golden brown and hers a peppery silver. “Hello, darling.” Her voice is cool, Queen’s English. A Londoner. The wealthy kind.

Then, she set up a formation to close off the main hall. Only then did James begin to explain. “I do indeed have a Crucifier, Sir. To be honest, I’ve traveled to this age from the future. I’ve had this Crucifer with me for a long time in the future.” “Show it to me.” The Ancestral Needle Master was doubtful of James’ words. James immediately summoned Crucifier and handed it over to the Ancestral Needle Master. The Ancestral Needle Master took it and began to scrutinize it.

I mean, he’s an immortal, and you can never trust an immortal. “Thankfully, I keep food stocked here, even when I’m gone,” Time tells me, opening the cupboards. I watch him skeptically, seeing him pull out a variety of canned food. He seems to notice my shocked expression. “This stuff is from the future. I don’t particularly like a diet of homemade bread and butter.” “The rumours are true, you really are crazy,” I murmur, letting him slip a can of peaches into my hand. He must really trust these people in this village.

He sprinted toward the water valve, feeling the unnatural chill of the water contaminated by the Core Prime virus. Lia followed close behind, her hands clutching the grain seed suitcase that was now glowing with a dim light. "If we put this into the water, Bima," Lia whispered amidst the roar of approaching machinery, "all those memories will dissolve throughout the city." "We’re going to restore flavor to every drop they drink," Bima replied, gripping the valve handle tight. The man was Bima himself, arrived from the future. He managed to break free from Kevin's grasp, but he was already too late.

“Before species, before courts, before the powers you call Winter or Fae, there were vessels.” Kazan’s attention sharpened. “We’ve heard that before.” “From whom?” “The First Court.” Eira stood so quickly that Astraea jumped. Kazan’s claws appeared. “Easy.” Eira ignored him. “You have encountered them?” “Not yet,” I said. Her expression became confused. “Then how—” “We’re from the future.” Silence. Right. That was going to keep happening. I sighed. “In our time, we’ve learned that the First Court created vessels for divided aspects of power.”

Although Stella rolled her eyes at him, her expression gave away that she was in love since the two were actually dating. This was Yohan Jacobson, nicknamed Butcher in the Flying Eagles. He was second to Jade in matters of power as if he were a strong meat grinder. Martiny shook her head. “This probably wasn’t the work of the Japanese. They wouldn’t be able to breed these in the first place. With all the demonic Chi in there, I still think it’s the work of the Blood Cult.” “These are Forerunners!” Alex suddenly spoke in a serious tone. Everyone looked at him as Bunty exclaimed, “You know what these are, Alex?”

"Sometimes I forget the apocalypse gave me a corporate heiress instead of an actual survivalist." “I heard that.” "Good." He padded toward the nearest crop row. "Use your intent. This is a Sovereign Space, not a backyard farm. Visualize the harvest. Command it." I frowned slightly but closed my eyes. I imagined the crops separated cleanly from the soil and transferred into the Zero-Time storage vault—the isolated sector where nothing spoiled or decayed. Immediately, energy surged through my body. The black diamond on my finger pulsed warmly. Then— WHOOSH. Wind swept across the field.

These time, finally Aeternum agriculture will entered it’s industrialization era for sure. “Ohh~..you brought a rather quite interesting machinery stuff these time, Master..”. (Andrea) “Is that the Tractor?..that is combine harvester right?….. Welcome home, Master…”. (Elijah) “I’m home….it’s great to see you two these time….”.

"You honestly think 60 thousand dollars can settle everything, huh? I'm the one who granted you this life, Kiara!" Liam, uncharacteristically, refrained from yelling at me this time. He merely fixed me with a hesitant gaze, as though he saw something different in me. I flatly stated, "I've paid back the money. And if you think you're owed for giving me life, you are welcome to take it back now if you wish. It was Ms. Zimmerman who saved me when I almost starved to death all those years in the countryside. Ms. Zimmerman was also the one who jumped into the water to save me when Tina tricked me and I nearly drowned.