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Ten Years after the Descent to Earth of a Radical And All-Knowing System Called Arkadia, Life has changed in ways we could only surmise given we lived in a comic book. People with superpowers, Monsters, Heroes and Villains, Hell, there were even Other races coming out of the woodwork like Elves and such. Still, it wasn’t until The Extraterrestrials Invaded that things went from bad to worse. 

Yet, as if hope truly existed, 5000 of us Earthlings were given the opportunity to Head back into the past, only we didn’t know at the time there was a cost for doing so. By sending us back, the Descent Clock began, as Arkadia was pushed 10000 years into the Future, and it was up to us Returners to get things set back on course by changing the past to mold the Future.

And I, being a boogieman of a Villian in what I dubbed the Origin Timeline, have come up with thousands of potential ways to affect my new life, like stealing popular franchises to earn some long-term funds or….hunting down notorious Serial Kills and Solving long-standing Cold cases I had been curious about since I was a teenager.


**THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION; ANY CHARACTERS OR EVENTS THAT OCCUR ARE PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES**

Additional TAGS: #MultipleRegressors,#IntelligentMC

The Villain's RE:Life

The Circulation starts with my outer extremities, in this case, my fingertips, so naturally, that is where I needed to move the energy I had absorbed from the Particle Stones.

As I've said before, being forceful with your Particles isn't efficient or smart. Sure, you can get the job done by pushing them around your body, but you would face a lot of internal resistance, which could cause you to suffer backlash.

Horror stories flooded the internet in the first year of Arkadia's descent, and it didn't take long for the world's most powerful organizations to release an official statement about Particle Control and its inner workings.

'Coax it into moving; allow them to flow with your will gently,' I thought while feeling the strange and itchy feeling welling up in my palms.

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