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Becoming My Dream Pharmacist! 【夢の薬剤師になる!】

Becoming My Dream Pharmacist! - A Chance To Relive Modern Life - Book Description There are moments in life when the sky seems too far away to touch, when the distance between who you are and who you wanted to become stretches out like an endless winter night. Akio Hukitaske understood this distance all too well. At thirty-two, he had become a ghost haunting his own existence, a game designer lost in Tokyo's luminous sprawl, where neon signs painted false promises across rain-slicked streets and convenience store lights hummed their lonely lullabies until dawn. The deadlines came and went like seasons he'd stopped noticing. Hollowness had carved hollows into his heart that he'd learned to ignore, the way you ignore a distant ache that never quite fades. Somewhere along the way, between the caffeine crashes and the blue glow of countless computer screens, he had misplaced something precious: the dream of a kid who once believed he could heal the world's pain, one prescription at a time. That child wanted to become a pharmacist. That kid believed in hope. But dreams, like distant stars, grow dimmer when you stop looking up. Then came that night—the kind of night where snow falls silently over the city, blanketing everything in a strange, suspended peace. Drunk and stumbling through an alley beneath that endless winter sky, Akio encountered something impossible: a stranger with eyes too calm, too knowing. Before understanding could catch up with fear, there was the cold stab of a needle against his neck, and then, Darkness. When Akio opened his eyes again, the world had shifted on its axis. His hands were smaller. His room wore the familiar-unfamiliar face of a childhood he'd left behind. The mirror reflected a truth that shouldn't exist: the face of a fourteen-year-old kid staring back with thirty-two years of exhaustion behind his eyes. A mad scientist's experiment. An impossible regression. A second chance wrapped in the bewildering gift of youth restored. Now Akio must walk again through the halls that once witnessed his slow surrender, armed only with the weight of everything he's learned and lost. Every classroom whispers with ghosts of choices unmade. Every friendship carries the shadow of knowledge he shouldn't possess—the adult grief of an adult trapped in a body too young to hold it all. The pressure of expectations, the cruelty of adolescence, the suffocating routine of a society built on exhaustion—it's all here, waiting to break him again. But this time, something is different. Among the ordinary chaos of teenage life, Akio finds himself surrounded by people who refuse to let him disappear. Together, they become the constellation that guides him back toward something he'd forgotten existed—not the erasure of past wounds, but the courage to carry them forward. The understanding that healing isn't about becoming someone new; it's about learning to forgive the person you were. Becoming My Dream Pharmacist! is a story about the quiet weight of regret and the trembling possibility of redemption. It exists in the spaces between realism and surrealism, where modern life's crushing despair collides with the impossible second chance Akio holds onto. And sometimes, if you're given a chance to try again, that's enough to make the sky feel within reach once more. RATED: MA15+
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Married Off To A Cold Eyed Knight

What would you do if almost everyone around you saw you as a hindrance or not at all? What if your own father was one of those who wished you gone? That is the story of Rosemary's life. Ever since the death of her mother during accident where only she survived, Rose has felt useless. Despite her best attempts to ignore the hurtful glances and words of the royal court and her father, she can't help but feel like a wilted flower. It becomes so bad that she considers ending it all, until she is rescued by a handsome young man with cold violet eyes who promises to change her world. ---- Before long, I reached a stone bridge overlooking Kaguya river. Luckily for me, the place was empty at the moment. Although, would anyone have even bothered saving a wretch like me? At most, they probably would have just watched as I met my end in a moment of morbid curiosity. And as I stood at the edge, I remembered all the times I had cried. All the times I had hurt. But now, I was ready. I smiled as the wind whipped around me. It was time to end it. Turning around, I let my body fall backwards into the river. The sky was a sea of stars. The city lights around me sparkled like gems. It was so beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I didn't regret it. No, I had finally found the courage to stand up for myself in my very own way. The water was high, so the fall itself didn't kill me instantly as I had hoped. As the river enveloped me, I closed my eyes. This was the end of my journey. A journey full of misery and tragedy. If there was another life, I hoped it would be better than this one. "Sis!" I heard a voice scream. Orlin! My brother came for me? What was he doing here? Had he followed me? But why? Did he care about me? Or was it just pity? No, right? Surely at least one person in this world loved me. Why had I given up on myself so soon? I knew he loved me. Yet, I still went through with this stupid decision. I allowed those girls and Father's words inhibit my better judgment... "Sis, where are you? Rose! Please show yourself! I want to talk!" Ore yelled at the top of his lungs. Right, my life was not all misery and tragedy. There were faint glimmers of joy and hope left. Ore was a big part of that. How selfish of me... I was actually about to abandon my brother. I tried to resurface, but my swimming skills weren't the best. To make matters worse, the current was far too strong. If not for the current, I would have at least been able to dog paddle over to the edge with some effort. My right hand broke through the fierce waters and was yanked by another hand. I was pulled out of the murky depths and saw a pair of cold violet eyes staring back at me. Father? No, it wasn't him. Although, those eyes felt familiar. Before I could make out the face of my rescuer clearly, darkness swept over me. Was it too late? I didn't want to die... Not anymore!
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