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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

Rolling side to side in my crib in an attempt to comfort my rapidly devolving thoughts, I felt helpless for the first time in a long time.

'There has to be a way for me to get enough cash to use my Circulation skill repeatedly…but how…Uncle Gideon…no, the stock profile idea is irrelevant right now; I need a few more years until I can capitalize on that front…Aunt Penelope isn't a viable option either since the Rink doesn't draw in that much money.'

For the rest of the night, I was restless until, eventually, I passed out from mental and physical exhaustion. As much as I'd like to say I was unhindered by the amount of effort that goes into using a Circulation Technique, I can't because, unlike my Mythical "GitGud" Skill, the Hidden Vestiges of Physicality was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Slowly closing my eyes and drifting off into the comforting embrace of slumber, my final thoughts were of how to make money fast…

Time Waits For Noone