《The Cosmic Conquest》
A New Beginning
He was dressed for the occasion, a faded t-shirt and jeans, his hair a mess. He could almost hear the
pulsating beat of the music. But then, the shrill ring of his phone shattered the illusion.
It was his boss, his voice a harsh rasp over the speaker. "Toyama! Where the hell are you?"
Toyama clearly annoyed by this goes to his office with a noticeable frown on his face.
His boss, Mr. Tanaka, a man whose face seemed perpetually etched with a permanent scowl, slammed the door behind him.
"Toyama! Where were you?" he bellowed, his voice a thunderous roar that reverberated through the sterile space.
"sir I called in sick" Toyama replied "I told you I wouldn''t be in."
Tanaka''s eyes narrowed, his face contorting into a mask of fury. "Sick? You were out enjoying
yourself, weren''t you? You think you can just waltz in and out of this office whenever you please?"
He lunged forward, a hand connecting with Toyama''s cheek. The sting of the
blow reverberated through Toyama''s head, igniting a fire in his gut.
"How dare you" Toyama roared, his voice a guttural growl.
"I''m your boss!" Tanaka spat, his voice laced with venom. "I can do whatever I want!"
The world seemed to shrink, the office walls closing in on Toyama. His anger, a simmering volcano, erupted. His eyes fell
on a potted plant, a sad-looking fern that sat on Tanaka''s desk. He snatched it up, the ceramic pot heavy in his hand.
In a blur of motion, he swung the pot, its sharp edge connecting with Tanaka''s face. A sickening crunch echoed
through the room, followed by a sickening thud as Tanaka crumpled to the floor, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.
The office fell silent, the only sound the heavy breaths of the stunned onlookers. One of the other
employees, a young woman named Sato, rushed to Tanaka''s side, her face pale with shock.
"Get him to the hospital!" she screamed, her voice trembling.
Toyama stood there, his hands shaking, the ceramic pot still clutched in his grasp. He felt
a strange mixture of fear and relief, a sense of disbelief that he had actually done it.
Sato, her face a mask of horror, guided Toyama out of the office. He was
taken to the police station, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders.
But as the CCTV footage was reviewed, the truth became clear. Toyama had acted in
self-defense. The boss, enraged by Toyama''s absence, had initiated the violence.
The police let him go, but warned him to think before doing something the concert, the escape he had craved, was gone. He was
left with the bitter taste of reality, the knowledge that his life, once so ordinary, had taken a sharp and unexpected turn.
The city was a symphony of shadows and flickering neon lights, the air thick with the scent of exhaust fumes and rain.
Toyama, his mind still reeling from the events of the day, trudged home, his footsteps echoing on the deserted sidewalk.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.
He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The concert, the escape he had
craved, was a distant memory, replaced by the chilling reality of his actions.
As he turned a corner, he saw a woman being dragged into a dark alleyway.
A man, his face contorted with rage, held her arm in a tight grip.
Toyama''s instincts took over. He charged forward, adrenaline surging through his veins. He didn''t
think, he just acted. He threw a punch, a desperate attempt to protect the woman from the man''s grasp.
The man stumbled back, his face contorted in surprise. The woman, her eyes wide
with fear, stared at Toyama, her voice a trembling whisper. "Are you okay?"
Toyama nodded, his heart still pounding. He looked at the woman, her face pale under the dim streetlights.
He recognized her, a familiar face from the concert posters he''d seen plastered around the city.
"You''re..." he began, his voice catching in his throat.
"Maki," she said, her voice a mere breath. "Do you know who I am?"
Toyama stared at her, his mind struggling to process the situation. He''d been so
caught up in his own troubles that he hadn''t even registered who she was.
"I... I think so," he stammered, his voice a nervous croak.
The man, his face twisted with fury, lurched "How dare you touch my Maki!" he roared, his voice a guttural growl.
Toyama''s eyes widened as the man pulled a gun from his
pocket, its black barrel glinting in the darkness. He aimed it at Maki.
Maki, her eyes wide with terror, closed her eyes,
bracing herself for the impact. But the shot never came.
Toyama, his mind a whirlwind of confusion, instinctively threw himself in front of Maki. He felt a searing pain
in his chest, a sharp, burning sensation that stole his breath. He looked down, his eyes meeting Maki''s.
The man, his eyes wild with panic, fled into the night.
Maki, her face a mask of horror, rushed to Toyama''s side.
"You''re hurt!" she cried, her voice laced with desperation. "Don''t leave me."
Toyama, his vision blurring, reached for her hand.
He gave her a weak thumbs up, a gesture of reassurance.
"I''m okay," he rasped, his voice fading. "Just... call an ambulance."
Maki, her eyes filled with tears, frantically dialed for help. She held Toyama''s hand,
her touch a lifeline, her voice a soothing balm against the encroaching darkness.
After a few days Maki is seen wearing a black dress. Its Toyama funeral her face
pale and emotionless. Meeting her childhood friend and watching him die the next moment
Maki was at a loss she closed herself off from the world and was morning Toyama''s death
for her he was everything. she became an idol for him and now he was gone.
Her manager Sako arrived at Maki''s house she comforted her and said " You can let your emotions out "
Maki cried for hours in the end she fell asleep
The next morning was the most dull and un eventful day for her. she went to her bosses office
Sukabe was someone who strict but also playful an energetic one and yet on this day even he
looked sad he says "I... I know that your mind is still lingering on that situation I know how
it feel to lose someone but you have to stay strong and not do something irrationally ok"
"ok" replied Maki. Sukabe gestures to her that she can leave. Maki gets up and leaves. On her way
back she sees a happy couple. It reminded her of Toyama she was about to cry again but she
arrives at her house.
The next day Sako her manager goes to her house ring the bell but she doesn''t answer" Maki open the door
its me " says Sako, Maki doesn''t answer. Sato open the door with the extra key she was given by Maki herself
as she open the door she see Maki hanging for her ceiling , Sato screams in terror
After a while the police arrive they find a note on her desk covered in tears reading it said "if you find this
its not anyone''s fault so don''t blame yourself I did this out my own volition and the other in my group are
capable enough to go on with their career without me and if you still reading this please bury next to
Toyama I know its selfish but that''s my last wish." Sako started tearing up from reading this note.
Maki was given her wish and was going to be next to Toyama forever.
Someone wakes up from what he thought was just a bad dream, but he''s confused
about where he is he look''s in the mirror and sees that he''s not himself
Toyama had reincarnated in another world.
Echoes of Memory
A soft rustle of fabric broke the stillness of the room, as the maid entered, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Ahh, young master, you¡¯re awake!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with shock.
Toyama blinked, confusion clouding his features. "Yeah, I guess," he replied slowly. "Can you explain to me what happened?"
The maid took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "You were training with your mentor when you suddenly started feeling dizzy. He thought you were just exhausted and suggested you rest. When you reached the stairs, I asked if you needed help, but you declined, saying you could do it on your own. Then¡ you fell. You were in a coma for five months, and today, on the 5th of July, you finally woke up."
Before Toyama could process this overwhelming information, the door creaked open again, and the doctor entered, carrying a small, gleaming stone in his hand.
"What is that?" Toyama asked, eyeing the mysterious object with curiosity and apprehension.
The doctor approached, his expression serious. "It''s a memory stone. This was used on you to extract all your memories. Now, we are going to give your memories back."
Toyama felt a mixture of fear and anticipation as the doctor placed the stone near his head. A sudden jolt coursed through him, and in that instant, his mind was flooded with memories. They came rushing in like a torrential wave¡ªsome bright and joyous, others dark and painful.
Among the chaos, one vision stood out. A girl with luscious blue hair and striking jade blue eyes swam into focus. A flicker of recognition ignited within him.
¡°Was that Maki?¡± he thought, his heart racing as the name echoed in his mind.
As the memories continued to surge, he felt a deeper connection with this girl, a bond that transcended the fog of lost time. Who was she? What had he shared with her? The questions swirled in his mind as the flood of memories began to settle.
"Young master," the maid¡¯s voice broke through his reverie, pulling him back to the present. "Are you alright?"
Toyama turned to her, eyes wide with realization. "I... I think I remember her. But who is she? Why can¡¯t I recall anything else?"
The doctor nodded, his gaze serious yet understanding. "It may take time for everything to return fully, but it¡¯s a start. You have a journey ahead of you, Toyama. One of rediscovery."
As the weight of his situation settled in, Toyama felt a flicker of determination ignite within him. He would uncover the truth about Maki and the memories that defined him. He would reclaim his past, piece by piece, until he could finally understand the story of his life.
After the whirlwind of memories settled, Toyama turned to the maid, a question burning in his mind. "What can you tell me about the girl?"
The maid hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice soft yet steady. "She was the daughter of a noble merchant. When she came to you, she seemed genuinely concerned, saying something like, ''Oh my God, you¡¯re in this place too!'' But you ignored her. When she touched your shoulder, you pushed her away and said, ''I don¡¯t know who you are, so don¡¯t come near me.'' That¡¯s all I saw."
Toyama furrowed his brow, absorbing the information. "And how do you know this much?"
"I was told to keep an eye on you by your father," she replied, her expression serious.
Toyama sighed, the weight of his lineage pressing down on him. "Oh, yeah, my father."
"Yes, the previous king," she confirmed, her gaze unwavering.
Toyama''s curiosity piqued. "Who¡¯s the king now?"
"It¡¯s the king¡¯s firstborn," she replied before turning to leave.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Toyama felt a strange mixture of nostalgia and anxiety. The shadows of his past loomed large in his mind, but there was still so much he needed to uncover.
Later That Night
In the stillness of the night, a voice pierced the silence, pulling Toyama from the depths of sleep. He jolted awake, heart racing. "Who¡¯s there?" he called out, scanning the dimly lit room.
"I am in your head," the voice replied, eerily calm.
"What?" Toyama stammered, bewildered.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.
"I am a being not known by many, but I know who you are, Keijo Toyama."
Surprise washed over him. "How do you know my name?"
"I am a deity of sorts; you can call me... well, you can call me Ken, I guess."
Toyama blinked, still trying to process this strange encounter. "Okay, Ken," he replied, a mix of confusion and intrigue swirling within him.
Before he could ask more, fatigue hit him like a tidal wave. His vision blurred, and the world around him began to fade. Unable to fight it any longer, Toyama succumbed to the darkness, the name "Ken" echoing in his mind as he passed out.
The morning sun streamed through the window, casting beams of light across Toyama''s room. He stirred awake, the events of the previous day still lingering in his mind. Today was a new beginning; he would go to the Academy of Swords.
After getting ready, Toyama took a deep breath and prepared himself for whatever awaited him. As he approached the academy, the imposing structure loomed above him, a constant reminder of his responsibilities and expectations.
Once inside, Toyama''s eyes scanned the familiar faces of his fellow students. Among them stood his brother, the 5th prince of the kingdom. Just by the look in his eyes, Toyama could sense the disdain emanating from him. "He despises me," Toyama thought bitterly, feeling the weight of his exile pressing down. "But who cares? I''m just a worthless exile."
With a heavy heart, Toyama made his way to his class, sitting in a corner where he felt least visible. Yet, he could feel the stares piercing through him, daggers of judgment and curiosity. He shrugged it off; what else could he do?
As the class began, his mind wandered until a familiar figure caught his attention. A girl with long blue hair and jade blue eyes¡ªit was Maki. "She probably doesn¡¯t know that I¡¯m Toyama now, not that bratty child who sat on a high, nonexistent throne," he mused, a mix of nostalgia and longing washing over him.
Despite the cold atmosphere, Maki¡¯s presence brought a flicker of warmth. She smiled brightly as she sat beside him, her joyful demeanor stark against the weight of his thoughts.
"Hey, Toyama!" she greeted, her voice cheerful as she tried to initiate a conversation. But this time, Toyama surprised himself by responding.
"I want to talk to you in a place where there¡¯s no one else. It¡¯s important." There was a hint of sadness in his voice, a vulnerability he rarely allowed others to see.
Maki raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden seriousness. "Okay, but where were you these last few months?"
Toyama''s gaze dropped as he replied, "I was in a coma."
At his words, Maki''s expression shifted to shock. She recalled her own memories, fragmented yet vivid, of being in a coma before waking in this world. The realization hit her like a wave.
"You too?" she whispered, astonished.
As their connection deepened, the classes drifted by like a gentle breeze, each moment charged with unspoken questions and shared experiences.
When the bell rang for recess, Toyama stood to leave, feeling a mix of urgency and nervousness. Maki, sensing his need to talk, quickly followed him out of the classroom, her heart racing with curiosity about what he had to share.
In the dim light of the storage room, the air felt thick with unspoken emotions. Toyama and Maki stood facing each other, the world outside forgotten. Suddenly, a familiar presence surged within Toyama, and before he realized it, he embraced Maki.
Without warning, he pulled her into a heartfelt hug.
"Ah! Wha ... what are you doing?" Maki exclaimed, taken aback by the unexpected gesture.
Holding her tightly, Toyama''s voice trembled with raw emotion. "I... I missed you."
Maki''s shock quickly turned to joy. She wrapped her arms around Toyama, tears brimming in her eyes as the weight of their shared past pressed upon them. They both began to tear up, the floodgates of emotions crashing down as they clung to each other, their hearts reconnecting after so long.
After a few moments, they settled down on the cold, wooden floor, their breaths still shaky from the overwhelming surge of feelings. The silence hung heavy before Toyama broke it, his voice soft yet urgent. "How are you in this world? Did something happen to you?"
Maki hesitated, her gaze dropping as she prepared to reveal her darkest memories. "I... After you died, I was depressed. I couldn''t get the thought of the love of my life dying in front of me because of me out of my mind. It was too hard to bear, so I committed suicide. A few moments later, I awoke in this world."
Toyama''s heart sank, the weight of her words crashing down upon him. "So that¡¯s the reason... Because of me," he murmured, the realization settling like a heavy stone in his chest.
Maki looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "But the past is the past. It can¡¯t be changed. The bright thing is that I am with you now."
Toyama felt a flicker of hope ignite within him, a warmth that spread through the coldness of their past. "Yeah, that we are," he replied, a small smile breaking through his sorrow.
With their hearts open and vulnerabilities laid bare, the two sat together in the dim light, the shadows of their past fading just a little, making room for the possibility of a brighter future.