Chapter 45

For some reason, I believed at some point that the MC's previous name was Max, but re-reading the story, I realized that I initially called him Mark. Sorry if there was any inconsistency in this in any previous chapters.

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"Isn't that Markus Walker himself, in the flesh!"

In a busy bar, Markus found himself focused on his own drink as he rested his elbows on the counter.

It was a recurring habit for him, to go out for a cold drink after a tiring day of work and studies.

At least, he believed this was better than following his friends' suggestions to go clubbing and party all night.

No, no. He liked a drink, but he was aware of his responsibilities, so he preferred to be the boring guy most of the time.

Anyway, most of the time, he wasn't interrupted during his moment, except for a few acquaintances at the establishment occasionally, so he was quite curious when someone suddenly said his name.

He didn't remember mentioning his full name to anyone there, and he wasn't famous enough for people to start recognizing him around.

All of this only made him more curious.

"Huh?"

Turning to see who had approached, his eyes immediately landed on a rather comforting face to look at.

In front of him stood a beautiful woman, her well-kept black hair highlighting her beauty... But, as beautiful as she was, it wasn't her looks that caught Marku's attention. After all, he had met many beautiful women in his life.

No... What stood out the most in her appearance were her arms, exposed by a sleeveless shirt, showing defined muscles, an indication that the woman in front of him seemed to be quite active in physical activities.

And her thighs... Mark couldn't help but glance discreetly.

Whoever she was, she was definitely his type of woman.

"Do I know you?" Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, he took a sip of his drink.

Mark noticed how after his question, a small smile appeared on the woman's lips. He found that a bit strange.

"Maybe you don't remember, but I remember well." The woman spoke before getting closer, sitting on the stool next to him. "Markus Walker, the troublemaking nerd, known for picking fights with all the bullies in high school. Strong and smart, a teenage girls' dream."

Mark smiled at those words, memories of a fun period in his life surfacing in his mind.

"Hah, in my defense, I never started a fight." He smiled disdainfully, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "And troublemaking nerd? Damn, that's pretty embarrassing, I hope I don't hear anyone calling me that again."

He took another sip of his drink, turning back to the woman, staring at her as if trying to recognize her. "And who might you be?"

"You really don't remember, do you?"

Mark observed her attentively, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember her face... Well, in the end, he never bothered to connect with people in school, so it was normal he didn't recall most of them.

"No." And he wasn't ashamed to admit it. If this woman was important to him, he would certainly remember.

"Huh, how cold." Despite these words, she didn't seem upset. "Flora, does that ring a bell?"

"Flora?"

Mark pondered over that name. His mind wandered back to high school, and after a few seconds, he finally remembered someone.

Flora, a girl who sat a few tables behind him. To be honest, he didn't remember much about her, but the little he could recall was that she seemed like a normal girl.

Mark didn't think he had any significant interaction with her, except for a few words exchanged during school...

But he couldn't deny, the woman had changed dramatically.

"Flora Petterson, yes, I remember now." He nodded, turning back to the woman with a small smile. "So, what brings you here? You didn't seem like someone who'd enjoy a place like this."

"I could say the same about you." She gave a light laugh, resting her arms on the counter as she turned to him. "Well, some people change over time."

Mark raised an eyebrow at her words. "I can see that."

Flora smiled at this, suddenly leaning closer. "Are you insinuating something, Mr. Walker?"

Seeing her attitude, Mark took a sip of his drink with a smile.

"I don't know, would you like that?"

"Oh, the troublemaking nerd seems to want to make some moves, huh?"

Finishing his drink, Mark turned to her. "You said it yourself, I'm a teenage girls' dream, it's normal for me to use my charm sometimes."

"Hah! Sorry, stud, but your charm doesn't work on me."

"What a shame, I was even thinking of buying you a drink."

"..."

The woman watched him in silence, her eyes narrowing as she pulled away.

"Well, maybe it works a little bit."

Mark laughed at this. He seemed to have reconnected with someone quite interesting.

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"Are you sure about this? How long will you be up there?"

"I don't know... 10 or 12 months, and I'll make some returns before going up again. It's not like you'll never see me again."

"I... I don't know, Mark"

"Flora... It's my dream, you know that."

"I know, I know! But we'll be apart for so long, don't blame me for being worried."

Sigh

"I know, dear. But it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I can't let it pass."

In a well-kept room, Mark and Flora were sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I know..."

Flora, in the midst of that discussion, showed a somewhat downcast expression, which was quite noticeable to Mark.

He could understand her concern. He would spend an entire year on the space station, returning only once a year to rest for a few weeks before going back to the station.

He didn't blame her at all for acting this way, but he couldn't give up on this. Part of his life had been dedicated to achieving this.

Giving up now would be like spitting in the wind.

That's why he decided that he would at least try to appease her by doing something he had been thinking about for some time.

They had been together for four years, and he could say that the woman in front of him was definitely the woman of his life. He didn't fear the idea of spending the rest of his life with her.

That's why he decided not to delay this decision any longer.

Before he flew to the stars, he would give her the best memory of her life.

"Flora, do you love me?"

In the silence between the two, this question came out of nowhere, which confused the woman for a moment.

"Uh, what kind of question is that? Of course, I love you."

Mark nodded with a satisfied smile.

"I understand."

And getting up, he moved until he was in front of the woman, making her raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

But it didn't take long for her curious expression to change completely when the man knelt in front of her, her heart skipping a beat.

"Marry me." And pulling out a small box from his pocket, Mark simply made his proposal.

"What?" And Flora, completely caught off guard, could only open her mouth in disbelief as her heart threatened to jump out of her throat. "Are you serious?"

"I'm serious, marry me." He opened the box to reveal the ring, which, although simple, was magnificent in the woman's eyes. "Become my wife, and I promise not even the stars will be able to separate us."

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

With those sincere words, Flora felt tears well up as she heard them.

And as he waited for an answer, he noticed how a bright smile appeared on the lips of the woman he loved so much.

"Stupid stud, seems I was wrong when I said your charm didn't work on me, wasn't I?" She wiped her tears with a sniff, her tearful eyes turning to the man with a passionate sparkle. "Yes, I accept to marry you."

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Beep!

Lying on his dormitory bed on the station, Mark, busy with his tablet, blinked when a notification sounded from his computer on the desk, his eyes moving to the screen.

"I hope it's not a last-minute job, I don't want to go out at this hour."

Sighing, he got up and moved to the desk, pulling out the chair and sitting down.

But expecting to find a message from the station, a smile appeared when he saw it was a message from his wife.

It had been a few months since he left, and during that distant time, they couldn't avoid some arguments about it.

But in the end, despite the arguments, they always resolved them.

Because that's how a couple should be. Despite adversities, they kept loving each other.

Clicking on the notification, Mark adjusted in the chair when he noticed the message was quite long, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.

[Hey, Mark.

I know we've argued a few times over the past few months, but you understand it. Being away from you has made me a bit irritable.

But you know, I don't dislike it so much. This distant time only makes me more anxious with each passing day. Your return isn't that far off, is it? It's four months away now.

Sometimes I can hardly sleep when I remember it, can you imagine? Hah! I'm sure you can, I can tell you're dying to miss me...

You know, I can only think of how it will be when you come back, I'll make sure it's the best month of your life, so don't worry... So, don't take too long, okay?

I wouldn't want you to delay for a single day, so make sure to prepare everything when the time comes, alright?

Not even the stars will be able to separate us, that's what you promised, wasn't it? So make sure to return to me in one piece.

I love you, Markus Walker.

Take care in this infinite space.

My man, my love].

"..."

Watching the window showing the darkness of space, Mark lowered his head with a small smile.

"I love that woman..."

Beep!

"Mark, there's a problem with the exterior wiring of the ship. We need you to take a look."

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Opening his eyes when a strong icy wind touched his skin, Itadori moved his eyes to his hands.

These memories, all of them came to his mind. Important moments for him, which were engraved in his memories.

True... Miracles in his life.

"No..."

And because these memories were so important to him, he felt the anguish fill his chest.

Because against his own will, he felt as if they were slowly being erased like embers on a sheet of paper.

And he had no control over it.

"No, no, no!"

Grabbing his head in anguish, Itadori gritted his teeth as he felt those memories being taken from him without resistance, the tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he realized important moments of his life were being taken from him as if they were nothing.

"Stop it!"

Triangular marks appeared on the skin of his forearm, stopping when finally seven of them appeared.

"..."

Itadori immediately froze when this happened, his hands falling to his sides as his eyes focused on the snowstorm in front of him.

He hadn't forgotten.

He had felt as if those moments were being erased, but that wasn't the truth... His memories hadn't disappeared, whatever the cursed technique had tried to do, it hadn't gone as planned...

But instead, Itadori felt it would have been better to have them erased from his mind.

Because instead of taking them from him, the technique had done something worse.

"It took away everything those moments meant to me."

He declared.

The technique, to grant him an accumulation of miracles, removed the feeling of precious moments for Itadori from his old life.

Its main target: His life with his wife.

Not everything was lost, as Itadori still had feelings for the woman, but some important moments of his life with her had completely lost their meaning.

The day they reunited.

The day he proposed to her.

The day he read her last message before being taken to this world.

These moments had served to accumulate six miracles.

And...

This deeply irritated the sorcerer because he could no longer feel anything about these moments.

Crack

Itadori Yuji was deeply irritated.