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

The second response came from the one using the codename Overwatch Low, who, instead of speaking, pressed the button on his device three times in sequence since he was in public and couldn't make a scene.

"Heh, man, this is boring; how much longer are we going to wait…" dropping his binoculars, the young man complained to the sky while rolling over onto his back and looking up at the dark storm clouds.

But the moment he did, he froze with a mixture of surprise and fright…because standing only a foot away from him and looking down was a child wearing a white hockey mask and a black hoodie.

"Well, would you look at that~; what do I find but three little groupies huddling around my prey? Whatever shall I do, tisk tisk, this simply won't do." The child spoke strangely, not unlike he was performing some sort of skit for the young man codenamed Overwatch High.

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