The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 314. Misra’s POV

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.

At first, it seemed possible. Some of them regained fragments of their past. But then something horrifying happened.

Their memories were wiped away—completely erased as if they had never remembered in the first place.

No matter how many times I tried, it always ended the same way. The village did not tolerate its secrets being exposed. If a person remembered their past and spoke of it to another villager—one of those bound by the village’s will—the village would react. Their memories would be forcibly erased, leaving them once again trapped in ignorance.

I only managed to escape this fate because I was careful. I never revealed my knowledge to anyone until I was certain they had already regained their memories on their own. That was the only loophole I discovered—the village only interfered when memories were shared.

For the longest time, I thought I was alone in this. That no one else could break free from the village’s grasp. But then you people arrived.

I never expected Mathilda, Tyler and Catherine to progress so far without my help. You started remembering everything. You resisted the village’s control naturally—something I had never seen before.

Maybe it’s you people. Maybe, after all this time, I have finally found the ones who can break free from this prison.

According to the Outsiders, We are trapped in a dimension called the Abyss.

In this village, We never grow old, never change. We remain exactly as we were when we first arrived, trapped in an eternal cycle.

No matter how many years pass, our bodies stay the same. A child remains a child. An elder remains an elder.

But it’s not immortality. It is stagnation.

The people here do not question it. They do not worry about the years slipping by. Their memories are refreshed constantly, wiping away any traces of the past. They wake up every day believing they are living normal lives, repeating the same routines without realizing they have done them countless times before.

A never-ending loop. A cycle with no beginning and no end.

The villagers—these children, these elders—they must have fallen into the Abyss when it was devouring their worlds.

I have heard from the other outsiders. They spoke of the Abyss as something beyond comprehension, a realm that connects to multiple dimensions. Some believe it is a void between worlds, swallowing fragments of reality and trapping them in different floors.

My analysis is that This village is not just a place—it is something like a Domain. It feeds on us, on our souls, on our very existence. We are nothing more than fuel for its endless cycle of death and rebirth.

But I believe there is a way out.

The village steals our memories, but it does not destroy them. If we can find a way to retrieve what has been lost, to reclaim the pieces of ourselves that have been taken, we might just be able to break free.

I have spent countless years trying and failing. At first, I fought with everything I had, searching for a way to break free. I tried countless experiments, uncovered countless secrets, and even helped others regain their memories. But in the end, it was all for nothing. The village always won.

So, I gave up.

Perhaps this village is not an illusion at all, but an altered reality. And we are nothing more than remnants, caught in its grasp.

The will to resist slowly faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of futility. No matter what I did, the village erased everything, leaving me to start over again and again. I stopped fighting. I stopped searching for answers. I resigned myself to this endless cycle, accepting that escape was impossible.

But then, something changed.

One day, I saw a boy drowning in the river. Normally, that wouldn’t have been unusual—people died all the time in this village, only to be revived moments later. But this time was different. He didn’t disappear. He didn’t reset like the others. He wasn’t bound by the village’s rules.

That boy was you, Tyler.

If it had been before, I would have immediately tried to restore your memories. But by then, I had already given up on resisting. So instead, I simply dragged you to the shore and left you there.

I thought nothing would change. You are just new outsider just like Mathilda and Catherine. Just additional soul feast for the Village. I assumed you would be absorbed into the village just like everyone else.

Then Catherine found you.

That was the moment everything started to shift. First you were called as Outsiders. There are records of outsiders, but they are just records from Fake memories. This is the first time Village just assumed a person identity as an outsider.

Maybe because there is additional soul inside you.

Tyler nodded it was probably Mana influence, because of Mana he has some sort of resistance against Soul attacks.

Misra paused, looking at Tyler and the girls, as if gauging their reactions. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips—one filled with something she had long since abandoned. Hope.

And for the first time in years, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.

Misra had finished explaining everything she knew about the village and its mysteries. Tyler and the girls sat in stunned silence, the weight of her words sinking in.

If what she said was true, then they weren’t just trapped in a strange illusion. This village wasn’t just some bizarre prison—it was a living entity, feeding on their very existence. And if they didn’t find a way out soon, they would eventually become just another part of it.

But Tyler wasn’t one to give up. He had never been the type to simply accept his fate. And now that he knew the truth, he was more determined than ever. He has his Copper Pot and Abnormal luck. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

He exchanged glances with Mathilda and Astrid, who both nodded in silent agreement. They weren’t going to let this village win.

No matter what it took, they were going to escape.