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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+
Shyzuli_Lolz · 55.7k Views

The Names... RIYURA SHIKO! - 名前は…リユラ・シコ!

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)
Shyzuli_Lolz · 93.2k Views

Crowned By Prophecy

In the war-scarred Arcanen Realm, peace is nothing more than a fragile illusion. For centuries, the Human Kingdom of Wirhan and the Demon Kingdom of Vragxyl have waged endless wars, their hatred written in blood and passed down through generations. Meanwhile, the witches of Solarik remain neutral, guarding secrets older than history itself. When a devastating conflict threatens to drive both races to extinction, a desperate treaty is forged, and the heirs of the three kingdoms are sent to the Academy of the Triad—a neutral ground where titles hold no power and ancient magic is sealed. Sierra Ashbourne, the human crown princess, has been raised to despise demons. Agor, the infamous Shadow Prince, is feared across the realm as a monster born of darkness. Forced to stand beneath the same roof, they become unwilling participants in a fragile peace neither truly trusts. But the Academy hides more than political games. Whispers of forgotten prophecies begin to surface. Secrets buried for centuries awaken within the shadows. And beyond the walls, something ancient stirs—a force capable of reducing the three kingdoms to ashes. With rivalries deepening, loyalties tested, and enemies lurking behind smiling faces, Sierra and Agor must decide whether to cling to the hatred that shaped them… Or risk everything for a truth powerful enough to change the fate of the world. Because some bonds are stronger than war. And some prophecies were never meant to remain. EXCERPTS She had been so lost in the prose, so consumed by the fictional fire and ice of the hero's touch, that she never heard him approach. "Well, well…" a deep voice drawled from the shadows. "I didn't take you for the type to enjoy such literature, Little Flame." Sierra nearly jumped out of her skin. Standing a few feet away, arms crossed and eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, was Agor. "I-it's just a book," she stammered, clutching it to her chest. "Oh, I'm sure it is." Before she could react, the Shadow Prince plucked the novel from her grasp and flipped through its pages. "Agor!" His smirk deepened. Then, in a low, husky voice that sent heat racing to her cheeks, he read aloud. "'His lips traced down her throat, marking her as his own—'" "Agor! Stop it!" A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Didn't think you had such interests, Little Flame." Sierra glared at him. "You're insufferable." "And yet," he murmured, stepping closer, dark eyes fixed on her flushed face, "you're still standing here." His gaze dropped briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes. "Tell me, Princess…" He leaned close enough for his breath to brush her ear. "Do the books make you feel something?"
Niserze · 2.3k Views

Three Times Rejected: The Omega The Triplet Alphas Crave

“Get on your knees." My voice sliced through the room like a serrated knife. Ragnor didn’t hesitate. He sank to the cold stone floor, his knees hitting the ground with a heavy thud that synchronized perfectly with my beating heart. Ryker and Reign followed, their heads bowed, their Alpha pride crumbling at my feet. "We didn’t have a choice, Candace," Ryker groaned, his head bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the tops of my boots.  "Everything we do is a choice, Ryker," I whispered, leaning down. "Since you believed a lie over me, now show me,” I commanded, my voice dropping a lower octave. "Show me exactly how much you're willing to crawl to keep the mate you discarded." "Anything, Daisy," Ragnor choked out, his large, calloused hand reaching for my ankle. His touch sent a traitorous bolt of sparks through my skin, but I didn't budge. He pulled my foot closer, his heat seeping through the silk of my dress. He didn't just kiss it; he buried his face against my boot, breathing in my scent with a hot desperation. I looked down at the three most powerful men in the pack, all of them reduced to rubble before me, and I felt the tears burn behind my eyes. "It's a pity that’ll never be enough,” I said, my voice turning to ice.  "Then break us. Do whatever you have to do, just don't walk out that door. Don’t give up on us," Reign growled, looking up, his hazel eyes burning with lust. “We will burn in hell before we let that happen,” I forced a brittle, empty laugh. “Say hello to the devil, he’s no different than the beasts you’ve become after what you put me through,” I pushed Ragnor’s hands away, my touch merciless as I used my knee to shove the other two back.  "I’m done with you all. Go fuck your sweet Didi. I will get my release elsewhere,” I snapped, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips sending tingles across my body.  I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once as I strode out. I knew they were watching my retreat, but I didn't turn around to let them see the single, traitorous tear that had finally escaped my guard. I couldn't let them know how much their choices had truly cost me. I was the devil they’d made with each torment. And devils didn't cry. ~ Born the daughter of royalty, Candace Sinclair was once the noble daughter of the formidable Alpha of GraceSpring Pack until her perfect life became a nightmare in one single night. Labeled the offspring of a traitor, she was plunged into a miserable life of shame, scars and utter disgrace and condemned to serve as an omega slave among those who had once bowed to her. However the Moon Goddess wasn’t done with this queen. On the night of the full moon, Candace was rebonded to the beastly triplet Alphas—Alpha Ragnor, Alpha Reign and Alpha Ryker Pendragon, her sworn enemies. The triplets planned to reject her. They would have succeeded… if this wasn’t Candace’s last shot at being mated. Having survived three brutal, excruciating rejections, Candace seized control of her fate at the last minute, forcing them into a bond they never expected with her. That night, the triplets who once loathed her swore to make her life a living hell. But Candace doesn’t care—she will endure every torment if it means uncovering the conspiracy that destroyed her father and plundered her happy family into misery. But Fate is a bastard. Soon, this queen becomes the one obsession they can't escape. The one they crave so desperately they’ll lose their minds just to be buried inside her, until they lose themselves completely.  As cruel truths claw their way to light in this twisted game of love, betrayal, danger and passion, the Pendragon triplets start to see her for who she is—their queen. But Candace is done begging for scraps of their love. She is done being a weak toy in their twisted games. This queen wants them where they belong— groveling on their knees…forever?
MarcellaCross · 66.7k Views

The Infinite Mystery

A generation's mighty and most powerful expert died mysteriously and reincarnated without any memories on a small planet far away from the Cultivation World. This small planet was earth. Five thousand years ago, a great calamity descended on earth. Countless Spatial Cracks appeared in the sky and beasts invaded. After hundreds of years of fighting, humans discovered they could awaken a battle spirit that can help them raise their strength and grant them the abilities that were simply unimaginable for humans before. Qin Feng also awakens his battle spirit but unfortunately, it was swallowed by his own birthmark, The Infinity Symbol. This was just the beginning of the mysteries that surrounded him like invisible specks of dust. He soon discovered that the 'Infinity Symbol' was actually not his birthmark but something mysterious from another world. The Infinity Symbol helped him awaken a Divine Battle Spirit and granted him a Nameless Cultivation Technique that was beyond the world's limit. He also discovered that he could not die! Every time, he was killed, he returned back in time with the memories of what is going to happen in the future. Soon after awakening the Divine Battle Spirit, a mysterious beautiful lady stepped into his life and told him that he does not belong to the earth. He was actually the reincarnation of someone called 'KING'. The mysteries that surrounded him like the invisible specks of dust started to come on the surface from the day of his awakening, revealing many secrets to him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are some grammatical errors so please ignore them and enjoy the story. The cover doesn't belong to me. All rights of the cover belong to the original artist.
RazaKarim · 1.5m Views

Umbral Rune - An Undead Progression Epic

Would you challenge a sacred hell if it meant a second chance? He will shed undeath. He will eat and love and not be hunted. Skell will achieve all these things. Even if it means infiltrating the Templar Order - an organization hellbent on eradicating every murderous undead in the nation - and stealing the secret of resurrection right from under them. Skell has trained. Been gifted a magical disguise. He's made solid allies and even unlocked a scarce few memories from his past life and the magical arts therein. But to be a Templar and learn their secrets, one must overcome the Sacred Ordeals. Prodigies from every corner of the country and beyond pool into the capital to compete. Hundreds are culled into an elite handful. With a shortage of experience and a passable level of cunning, Skell must beat the nigh-impossible odds and become a champion. A Templar. …A masked undead in a Citadel of undead slayers. (This is an evolving blurb, changing as the story continues from one arc to the next.) Expect: ► A Chapter Every Wednesday At 11am CST (Read Eight Chapters Ahead On Patreon + Free Trial) ► Cerebral, Choreographed Battles Akin To Naruto/Demon Slayer ► Seemingly Medieval World That Hides Much More ► One Underdog MC, One Experienced MC ► Focus On First-Person Prose And Character Development ► No AI, Harems, Overpowered Protagonists, Or Game Mechanics ► Long-Running Mysteries, Bestiaries Of Powerful Creatures, Earned Power, Secret Identities, Deceptively Deep Magic, And A Cooking Skeleton Edited by: My Lovely Partner Art by: LeeKent on DeviantArt
Somnio · 61.7k Views