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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

Since I had long since actualized my particles, I was already past the starting line and midway down the track; in my autopilot state, I had even gone so far as to empty out my PC, meaning all I needed to do was fill up my tank, filter them into my personalized type, and then I can begin.

Resting my hands on my knees, I activated the first step of my Circulation skill, drawing in the ambient particles and using the Skill itself to filter the incoming particles, a task I had become quite adept at.

It took me roughly an hour until my PC reached the maximum. I didn't stop or hesitate; instead, I chose to dive head-first into the Acclimation step, a process that was no different than trying to thread ten strings through 10 different needles simultaneously.

With this knowledge, I didn't speed up or try hurrying the process; instead, I slowed down and took my time while splitting my PC into 20 identical portions and spreading them around my body.

Breaking Through (2)