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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

'Oh...Wow…he actually attacked me…I didn't think he was that far gone, but apparently, I successfully broke his brain; that was easier than I thought.' I mused while jumping back, allowing the stone atop the staff to wizz past my face, barely an inch away from hitting me.

"Ho…and here I was thinking I was fighting a mage; how impressive, Ryan Bishop! I had no idea you doubled as a Warrior." Before I could even speak another word, Ryan howled in anger and attempted a sweeping horizontal staff strike, which I easily ducked under before bouncing back up.

"Oh my, you nearly got me that time. Hehe, it was so impressive." One attack after another, Ryan gave it his all to strike me down with his staff. Yet, each time, I was able to barely move out of the path of danger, albeit I was merely making it seem as if I was hardly able to dodge, but in reality, it was so easy I had to hold myself back from laughing my ass off.

The Battle of Cramond Island (4)