I have no logical name for this chapter
Since this is an autobiography, I took the leisure of giving my chapters sensible names, and not naming them after the last important thing which happens in them. Since nothing important happens in this chapter, I gave it a name lacking any importance.
This chapter is more so just going to be about me, prattling on and on telling you about what led up to chapter 3.
So here we go, let us try to make this logical…
After I, the grass died because I couldn't photosynthesize and that dandelion was plucked to death we went back to the netherworld.
At this time I had successfully earned 250 Karma units.
[Iron Ore without a name's note: typing karma unit repeatedly is annoying. I will henceforth shorten it to kp for Karma Points. That's because typing KP requires me to hold down the shift key and typing ku requires me to use my ring finger before my middle finger when typing. Both of which are rather bothersome, so hence forth Karma Units will be abbreviated as kp.]
So my total kp was at 350. However that ever so annoying hoe had accumulated 520 kp as a dandelion.
Uh! How frustrating, that damnable hoe was now at 7,320 kp. It requires 7,200 in order to reincarnate as a squirrel!
Thus I was aggrieved as I watched it reincarnate into a squirrel while I had to reincarnate myself as another plant. But this time I learned my lesson, and decided to reincarnate as a dandelion!
However things didn't exactly go as planned and I ended weeded out by a human gardener! This happened before I even had time to bloom, damn it! That human considered me as a weed! What the hell! When it's that damnable hoe who's a dandelion a little girl plucks it and blows it into the wind, while I lose karma for being a weed!
So I ended up taking a quicker trip to the netherworld and because of the bad karma I got for being a weed I only had a measly 50 kp left. >_<
But don't worry, with my meager 50 kp I reincarnated as a grain of sand.
This time I was more fortunate than unfortunate, as a little child came up to me and built me into a sand castle. I spent hundreds, upon hundreds of years as various sand castles and sometimes I was kicked into the air for fun.
But at the time I was incredibly gleeful. Yes, give me all that good karma. I could just imagine going in with more than 7,200 kp and being all like, "hmph just watch what an amazing squirrel I can be!"
Eventually I broke down and was reduced to two half sand grains, thus returning to the netherworld.
However the expected 7,200 kp was not there. Rather I only had a meager 350…
"What the hell did I do wrong?!?!" I cried to the netherworld king. He only sighed as he explained to me that the reason humans were kicking me was to get me off their feet.
Apparently those times when I got lodged under their feet they didn't think they were getting a foot massage, they were only annoyed because I was scratching them… Hence I lost most of my good karma… again…
It was in this moment of despair, when all hope of getting lots of kp seemed lost, one friendly spirit came by.
"Hey you, why do like so depressed?" it asked me.
"Me… That's because I keep losing all my good karma," seeing a sympathetic spirit shoulder I could cry on I let lose some spirit tears.
"Oh, don't be sad. If you can't accumulate any good karma in this world, why don't you try reincarnating into mine?" This spirit suggested.
I learned from this spirit that it came from a world of martial cultivation. Where experts had the power to rip apart the sky and even immortality was possible! Greeted by this enticement I readily asked to be reincarnated into that world. My first incarnation over there was as…
You guessed it…
I was…
Come on, at least give me a drumroll so it can seem dramatic.
Only after I think I have received enough drumrolls will I publish chapter 2 and ½. ^_