It is said that many a times, or rather every time, a story is the manifestation of the writers psyche, his mindset, desires, tension, discomfort, emotions and most importantly his heart. This is mixed in with a lot of creativity and a subtle uniqueness, that makes the author distinct, in order to make a story. Regardless of it being good or bad, it is something, and it means something to someone. More often then not, the greatest of stories are the ones who hides behind itself a world of meaning and suffering.

Who knows maybe the hyperactive stupid protagonist is just escaping from this broken and cruel world, an irony when the stupid rule the world of geniuses.

Anyhow, such a manifestation of feelings were written by a fan fiction writer. His was a life filled with bliss but also frustration and loneliness, which isn't because he doesn't have a loving family, no, he has an amazing family with loving people. However, there was always a void in his heart. This feeling that he wanted more. He was generally more mature in his age group but still liked to have fun and had a childish disposition refusing to face his feelings. He was smart but he didn't care if people thought so. He wanted to brag, but weirdly enough, he didn't at the same time. He was someone who was constantly in a world of contradiction. A shackle of his own, he thought that he is pathetic and stupid sometimes and tried to change, but the voice that dragged him down announcing, 'that it doesn't matter in the end' always stopped his ignition.

At a place in his life, where everything was set. He was at the last stages of his studies and would end up getting a good job with a great pay. He had a certain desire, he wanted to write.

He took a writing name— Keetarp.

He wrote some horrible fan fiction, which was a total disaster, so he discarded after around a month. But he wanted more, he didn't want to stop. This was the first time in his life where he was about to pick up something he left aside. So at long last, he started to write again. The story was practically a rip off, and Keetarp knew that this would be a failure but he didn't care because he was enjoying every bit of it. Soon enough, many readers explained that the story has potential, but he is wasting it. Keetarp was overwhelmed by the support, and in return his writing turned a tiny bit more serious. As time passed he concluded a successful work which was liked by many, criticised by many, but at the end read by many.

This success got to him and he decided to join the Webnovel Spirit Awards Spring 2021 Contest. He created a story, an original which was filled with all his heart, but his frustrations and anger were mostly contained within it. His real life had already been morphed and the innate defiance in his heart always burned in his caged heart.

His main characters life was filled with pain, suffering, betrayal. He was beat down, ridiculed, felt emptiness and anger, and even had miserable deaths. For some weird reason Keetarp killed the poor guy two times as the story progressed with the most brutal of ways, before throwing him into another pit. But the main character never gave up, always prolonging his torture hoping for some light at the end of the tunnel. In conclusion, it would be right to say that the protagonists existence was more like a punching bag for Keetarp to relieve his stress. The work was definitely a disaster, hated and despised by his readers, but that is besides the point.

The point is the numbers that were displayed in front of Keetarp, which he was currently reading on his phone screen, on the Webnovel author section's draft list.

Below the chapter title, in the section which indicated word count, there was a total of 676 words on his screen.

'This?! It should be 580, I specifically remember that the word count was 580.' Keetarp thought, he has always been very observant of such things like the words count. This is due to his OCD habit to always look at the word count, and the reason why he remembered this number this well is because coincidentally it is the exact number he obtained in his college exams too. But now the word count was 676 which was a bit odd.

'Did someone tamper with it? But who could it be?' Keetarp was clueless for a bit, but he shrugged it off, he has a habit of staying up late so maybe he wrote something in his sleep.

Keetarp tapped the bar and opened the chapter titled 'Nerfed Once Again'. This is the chapter where he wrote how the protagonist was again injured fatally which the MC is an expert of writing about at this point. He was betrayed by his long lost sister, who back stabbed him, and makes out with his enemy right in front of the protagonist. This girl was very liked by the readers, she was the only thing keeping a few still attached with the story, but Keetarp decided to turn her heel and made her a bitch in heat.

Keetarp opened the chapter and out of curiosity scrolled downwards to see what he had written to drastically increase the word count.

Keetarp reached the end of the chapter, and what he saw was extremely lifelike blood red words which seemed to strangely pour out blood from his phone.

The words written were— "Meet you shall, the owner of fiction; Despise, distaste, and all of the hate, you would be thrown through the immemorial gate. The first shall teach you the feeling of no control and second would remind you when a soul's fate is that of a rag doll. Ready your soul, Oh minion of dreams, take a tour in helplessness filled to the brim. Fire and blood shall change your mind, and thrown out of two, in the third you shall shine. Don't forget for the pain is yours, just pray you are you when the devil roars."

Keetarp eyes turned unfocused as his mind began spinning, he stumbled and dropped his phone on the floor, after which collapsing himself as well. Keetarp was unable to think or move his body, but his consciousness seemed to be there still. He watch in horror as blood was emerging out of his phone, as if someone opened a cursed door connecting to the vast, now blood red, ocean. Huge waves were gushing out as his room was being filled with dark red blood. Keetarp could only look on in horror and helplessness, as his body was submerged. He was unable to move as his body was hitting the walls of his room again and again, flowing according to the will of the bloody waves. His injuries were increasing as every single impact against the wall was tearing his body apart.

Keetarp wanted to scream, but no voice came out. As he was slowly losing consciousness, he felt a person staring at him indifferently. The figure was extremely stable without being affected by the impacts from the high pressured waves. Keetarp looked on with difficulties as his vision was blurring and his eyes widened in shock when he recognized the figure.

'Garbag.' The person before him was a man who had a huge, deep cut from his left eye all the way to the ear, where the lower section of the ear was missing. The person had a big red nose and a crooked left eye. This is the physical characteristics of his stories main character, Garbag.

Keetarp was losing consciousness at a fast pace and thought that he was probably hallucinating. He was stunned for a bit, but soon after he didn't care. In front of death, everything else is all obsolete.

'Mom, Dad, brothers, I don't want to die! What is this?! This must be a bad dream. I should sleep, it will be fine after I wake up. Yes, I should just sleep.' As Keetarp kept convincing himself to reject this reality, the person came forward and grabbed Keetarp's shirt throwing his mutilated body into the void.

From that point onwards, Keetarp saw absolutely nothing. Only darkness, nothingness and the void embraced him as he was inside an unending eternal dream for an unknown period of time.

.....

Inside an unadorned, gloomy room a youth filled with bandages and covered wounds was laying down. He had slept soundly the whole night without a single twitch. He looked peaceful and unmoving bearing a resemblance to a dead person, until suddenly during noon the next day he opened his eyes in a snap.

Lazily lying on the bed, he waited some time until the his eyes that were constantly observing the room had calmed down before slowly pulling himself out of bed.

A set of new clothing lay beside the bed, among which included some grey linen undergarments, a white wool shirt, a black leather vest, a grey wool coat, some white socks as well as a pair of black pants. There was also a pair of black leather boots beside the clothes.

"So I have been reborn a third time, huh? According to the words on my screen that time, this should be my final life and also my final destination.' The youth had various injuries and blood seemed to be seeping out of the bandage but he didn't even twitch at the pain from his body.

He stood up and felt the discomfort. 'A fracture in the humerus, a hairline crack in the neck of fibula and some broken ribs. It seems to have recovered a bit but improper treatment is causing pain. It was good that I was a medical students and with the insight from my past two lives, I don't even need an X-Ray to diagnose myself.' The youth slowly walked limping towards a small bucket filled with water, he looked down and saw his reflection.

While walking, his injuries got aggravated, but he didn't even frown at the pain, no discomfort whatsoever as if he has embraced the pain. He looked at his reflection and saw a plain looking guy with huge, dark circles under his eyes. He had a very chilling presence, with a face that was cold and aloof, and if not for the pathetic state of his body, he would seem more intimidating.

This person is obviously Keetarp, but you could also say that he is not Keetarp. This is a bit complicated, so let's start from the beginning. Keetarp has been out in the void and darkness for so long that he doesn't even remember much of his life, only the last words on his screen were forever imprinted on his mind.

So far, Keetarp has been reborn twice before. If we add his first life then he has lived a total of 3 live, this being his fourth. In a strict sense, It's not technically correct to call it a rebirth since it was more like a transmigration, much like this one.

"3 lives, 3 worlds and three different experience. Although I don't remember much of my first life." Keetarp thought as he reminisced about his past two lives which he remembered vividly, and he should because both of them were very small and unforgiving.

The first world he went to was the one he called a shinobi world, It was full of war, jutsu, weird creatures, huge monsters and myriad of mystical bloodlines. He was transmigrated into the body of a canon fodder named as 'Hiroki Goto'. When his soul entered the body, it ensued a fight for supremacy against the original body's soul. The winner would get to control the body and devour the loser, and as the aggressor, Keetarp's soul was incapable of using this new body, so he could only slowly fight and devour the soul.

Sadly time was not on his side, as the 4th Great World War started, where a multitude of ridiculously strong enemies emerged.

Keetarp still remembered the grief when Goto was sent to fight a God-like man who fought against the whole army single-handedly. Keetarp had just gained control over the body, devouring the previous soul and receiving a power up as well as gaining all the knowledge of the previous soul, when that monstrous man kicked him in the gut crushing his diaphragm. Keetarp had the control of the body for just a few seconds and now he was already nearing his death. Keetarp was trying to stand up in pain, when another man was thrown near him. But this time the poor guy had a paper with a seal on the body of it.

Keetarp saw that and had only one thought in mind— 'Shit'.

*Boom*

No more explanation is needed as Keetarp's soul departed and was thrown right into the next world.

His second life wasn't very blissful either, while it is true that he got a longer time there, but compared to the Shinobi World even pissing would take longer.

The next life he had was in a martial arts world, this time his soul was stronger as he was able to gain control of the body in just a week. The guy whose body he assumed was named Shen Fei, the heir of the Sacred Clan.

The guy had a pretty good talent, but only cared for carnal desires. Keetarp didn't have much time to think and rejoice about because he knows of this world like he did the previous one. And his current identity is going to face quite a disaster.

Fortunately, unlike the Shinobi world, here he had full control of the body and had some time to prepare for the bodies eventual doom.

He trained very vigorously, tried all methods to kill the paedophile monster but nothing seemed to work. He wanted to get all the treasures he knew about, but those were already taken. He only had some time before the eventual fall of his family. He plotted many things, all ending in failure, but throughout this he didn't forgot to become stronger as he read various books, which he could make neither head and tails of. After all he wasn't a monster who could just read a book and turn his life around, Keetarp trained with his life on the line, using every single second to improve his strength but sadly he met his end.

Keetarp's heart was filled with grievance as his clan was massacred, he obviously didn't feel pain for their death, what he felt anger for was the hunt against him. Keetarp fled with various treasures to live somewhere else and practice in peace, long before anyone could catch him knowing that nothing would have worked. Keetarp made various ingenious plans but all were destroyed as if the hands of God were helping his enemies.

Keetarp was smart and he knew that since his enemy won't let him be, and is going to kill him, so he didn't bother with any pretense of being afraid, instead using shameless tactics to blackmail the knowledge hogging monster to give him a good technique.

At long last he was hunted with much greater vigour but he was not caught easily, After being recognized by his pursuers for his strength, Keetarp was ready to surrender in order to get a fair trial because although he committed some hideous crimes none were enough to warrant death. If he asked for forgiveness and swore allegiance with his talent he would just be punished mildly. However, his pursuers were hellbent on killing him.

Keetarp didn't care about face and was willing to bow, because living was most important after all, but left with no choice of survival Keetarp was angered and humiliated, so he killed the lovers of his archenemy as well as his family. In the end Keetarp died a dogs death, beaten senseless.

....

The first transmigration taught me the lesson on the feeling of having no control over your life and the shrewd mindset one has to have. The second transmigration taught him that plans don't go your way and you may very well become a puppet to others, a rag doll to be played with, this cultivated his nature and personality.

As of now, he is Keetarp, he is also a bit of Hiroki Goto and he has also gained a bit from Shen Fei. He has gained characteristics from all these lives and turned them into who he is today, mixing with his new identity.

"From this day onwards, I am Allen Styles.' Keetarp looked straight into his own unkind, black eyes and muttered. He dragged his body towards his bed and properly adjusted his body into sleeping again. He needed to recover soon.

Keetarp is now inside another vassal, and unlike the others it took him just a night to overtake this body. His name is 'Allen Styles" the second son of a small noble, who was banished from his lands, This guy was too arrogant for his own good, after fleeing he offended others and was ganged up by a few people and got his ass kicked. He was on his bed injured when Keetarp overtook his soul.