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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

As the waves crashed against the rugged shoreline, despite Ryan's best efforts to harness the power of the wind and rain, I could clearly feel that he was struggling to build and control the raging storm above thanks to the revelation that what he and everyone else in the Origin Timeline believed to be fact was the opposite of the truth.

I, Xipher, had survived the invasion of the Aliens and even made it back in time after disappearing for nearly two and a half years. I wasn't an idiot; I knew how people celebrated my vanishing and were more than willing to write me off as deceased.

And since he was present at the Battle of Istanbul, I had a feeling my identity reveal would affect him emotionally and mentally, thus destabilizing his control over the thunderous storm ravaging the skies and ocean. Hell, that was the reason I was even bothering to banter with the lad in the first place.

The Battle of Cramond Island (3)