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

Without the aid of my Talent, I'd need to be fully coherent in my every word; if not, the situation could easily spiral out of control and end up with me being a debt slave to the Elder Fae for the rest of my life.

All around me, I could feel the movements of the previously inert Fae Younglings coming back to themselves and getting up, a sign that my Coersion had already worn off, and even the stupid bug with my blade against its throat was showing signs of wishing to struggle against me.

'Then there's the other Elders in the vicinity who haven't shown themselves. The fact that this purple-haired fuck decided to appear indicates that he is of the highest standing in the group and views the situation as being in his favor.' I thought while Analyzing my surroundings and attempting to spot a shimmering phenomenon, something that usually meant someone was using a low-level Stealth technique.

Climbing a Slippery Slope.