Chapters will be 800~900 words long and will be released once every 3 days unless I feel like releasing it earlier. Any type of comments would be appreciated. No, there won't be a harem, no he won't rape or sexually harass anything or anyone, and no there will be almost no sexual content.

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Certain people believe there is a concept of Karma.

Every action has a moral weight, and it will be equally returned to you.

It is either good or evil, heavy or light.

Do a good deed and something good will happen to you.

Do a bad deed and something bad will happen to you.

An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.

However, if it this concept does exist, it doesn’t apply to me.

Why, you ask? Well, I started to doubt everything after the first few years of my life.

It felt as if someone is pulling a mean prank on me, constantly, every day.

I have finally understood it the first time I died.

The fact is simple, I’m just not a normal human.

My name is irrelevant. Over the years, I have had so many of them that I forgot the original one.

My age? it doesn’t matter either, I have lived and died many times.

What am I you wonder? Not even the gods know, trust me... I asked... and not just one of them.

My story begins in the universe you are currently living in. A century or two before you were born.

At first my life was relatively normal, only small misfortunes happened…

A cut here, a broken bone there, a burn from boiling water here... then it started worsening.

From small incidents around me... To bigger accidents involving people near me...

And finally... indirectly causing death...

“Luckily” for me, the nasty stuff is limited to once a day and sometimes doesn’t happen.

Once in awhile something good might happen too.

I decided to seclude myself, to not get close to anything.

Avoid all and any life. Or at least try to do so...

I have found an empty area on a cliff above the sea.

It wasn’t too small. Big enough for a wooden hut and a garden to grow my food in.

I took my tools, found some wooden planks and started building the hut.

I was only 15 at the time, so I wasn’t very knowledgeable in the subject.

It took me longer than expected, with rotten wood here and there,

the hammer breaking a few times, and nails rusting when I turn my head away…

In order to avoid people, I started growing my own food in a garden near the hut, sometimes going down the cliff to fish in the sea, it takes 10 times the effort for a being like me, but it is much better than having to shop for ingredients every time I want to eat. Safety first...

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A year later I have found out that some rich douche has started building a beach resort, that connects to a hot springs spa, on the hill a short distance away from my hut. Apparently it wasn’t enough for him, so he created a golf course that stretched as far as the horizon goes.

One time a construction worker got close to my hut and three seagulls relieved their stress right on his head. Another time a poor guy stepped into a hole created by a mole only to find his face falling right into a pile of dog crap. It was fun watching from afar and then disappearing inside before anyone notices me.

People in the resort started asking questions about my hut, and very soon after that, people started getting closer and closer to see who lives in it. There was even a story about it being haunted because bad things happened to people who got close to it.

Because of the daily incidents, the rumors started spreading even faster, and thanks to that, people started avoiding getting too close to my once again personal area.

I could finally return back to my peaceful life.

Every day I checked on my crops behind the hut, I had to make sure they would last me as long as possible so I wouldn’t have to acquire supplies from anywhere else, cleaned the hut, made sure there are no things missing and took the trash out to the trash collecting area which is the only convenient thing that came with the resort nearby.

One day I’ve decided to build an extension to the house. I wanted a porch where I could sit and look at the sea without having to step out of my safe-zone. I took some leftover wood I saved from the construction of the hut and started preparing the tools.

While taking the measurements near the edge of the cliff, it hit me, literally.

A damn golf ball, hit me right on the head.

When I came back to my senses I was falling. Falling from the cliff.

Damn golf course, I should've done something to prevent this idiot from building it.

Oh well... I knew this day would come. Finally my bad luck will go away with me dying.

Being impaled by the sharp stones under the cliff is not that bad, a quick death.

The anticipation I have had my whole life, peace, will finally be fulfilled.

No!

My hopes were completely crushed, utterly smashed to pieces (unlike me)!

My painful and miserable life did not end - it was only put on hold.