The Rich Cultivator

I come from a world called Terra. It was once a thriving civilization, but by the time of my birth, it had become a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Unlike this world, Terra had no magic—only science, developed to such an extent that we nearly destroyed our own planet.

I was the founder and CEO of the Misra Corporation, a leading force in scientific advancement. My company pioneered research in genetics, artificial intelligence, and space colonization, all in a desperate bid to save what remained of our home. But one day, something beyond even our most advanced understanding occurred—a great Glitch.

For a brief moment, we saw other worlds overlapping with ours, as if reality itself had fractured. Just for a few seconds, countless creatures and foreign viruses poured into Terra. We had always assumed we were alone, that our universe was the only one in existence. That day shattered our beliefs.

Misra Corporation assembled the best scientific minds to study this anomaly. We worked tirelessly to understand the strange beings and the unfamiliar physics governing them. In the midst of our research, we discovered something extraordinary—a small, shimmering Door. Unlike any natural phenomenon we had ever encountered, this Door seemed to lead to another world.

At first, we only observed, taking readings and running remote experiments. But as always, curiosity got the better of us. We wanted to step through, to see firsthand what lay beyond. That was our mistake.

An accident occurred during one of our experiments. The Door destabilized, and in an instant, several of us were pulled inside. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in this village.

At first, I thought it was a dream, some cruel trick of the mind. But everything felt too real—the dirt beneath my fingers, the wind against my skin, the strange people speaking a language I somehow understood. This was no illusion. It was a new world, and I had no way back.

Days turned into weeks, and I began to accept my new reality. That was when I stumbled upon something unusual—a fruit unlike anything I had ever seen. The moment I consumed it, memories flooded my mind. I remembered everything—Terra, my company, the Glitch, the Door. But that was not all I realized.

I had died. Many times.

This village was not normal. Whenever someone perished here, they did not remain dead. The village revived them, bringing them back as if nothing had happened. But there was a price—a hidden cost that no one knows Each time a person was brought back, a piece of their soul was taken, absorbed by the village itself. I can felt it only after regaining my memories.

I spent years trying to understand how it worked. I experimented, observed, and tested theories in secret. I found others—outsiders like myself—who had somehow found their way here. Everyone are from completely different worlds. I tried to restore their memories, to help them remember who they truly were.