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

There was only one conceivable reason for my body to no longer draw in energy from my kills, and that meant I had finally reached my limit, or well, the true limit of the Non-Rank.

With my eyes regaining their clarity, I came out of autopilot, and a wave of fatigue washed over me, causing me to fall to the ground, exhausted, panting for air, and worse yet, covered in a hellacious amount of gore and grime.

'Oops…look's like I over did it…' fighting to catch my breath, I turned my head enough to observe the obscene number of unmoving shadowy figures lying around as far as the eye could see, and frankly, I wasn't surprised.

This was a common occurrence for me, and I had long since realized that my body seemed to move on its own when it came to doing tasks I found menial or boring, and cutting down wave after wave of monsters was precisely that, boring.

Even on Autopilot, My Body Moves to Get Stronger