TayLawJorg

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

Knowing I only had a month left and seeing that I had finally reached the point where I could truly gain the XP I required, I began pushing myself to the absolute limit.

By this, I mean I would literally fight until my body began falling apart. The deeper into the caverns I went, the stronger my opponents became; as such, there was a definitive point where I found my stats lacking, and tactics began taking over along with the active use of my Talent.

Yet, with my abundance of Health and Particle Potions, I pushed on, only stopping every 16 or so hours to sleep, bathe, and eat. Every time I found myself in a precarious situation, I would find a way out, be it with distractions such as tossing corpses or piled dirty rags to throw the beasts off my trail as I made a speedy escape.

SIGH…why do I always have to take the hard route?