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

"GAH," squirming under my foot, the Purple-Haired Elder realized he could no longer feel his legs or even wings, rendering him completely at my whim; well, he had been from the beginning, but now he understood there was nothing in his control any longer.

Meanwhile, my eyes scanned his body from top to bottom in search of any device that could potentially be transmitting our conversation to any eavesdropping idiots.

The worst case scenario in my mind at that moment was that another Returner was on the other end of the communication channel, listening in, and if that were the case, if I slipped up and said my name or…

'Fuck, could they have been listening in to my fight with Ryan…no, if that were the case, they would have sent more than five Elders after me.' Shaking my head, a faint glimmering object tucked away under the Elder's torn tunic collar drew my attention.

How About We Have a Little Gamble