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

It only took Samantha a couple of seconds to collect herself and straighten out her skirt before dawning her professional persona once again to lead the way.

While I wore a faint smirk at how flustered the woman had been inside the elevator, Jennifer, on the other hand, was in full Yandere mode, well, at least internally.

On the outside, she continued to wear her polite smile as she allowed the receptionist to lead us down the hall, which ended at a large oak door.

But inside, she was fuming, something that only I was privy to, thanks to my Telepathy skill. In the span of 45 seconds, the woman had come up with dozens of different methods of killing Samantha, making me reevaluate her with a curious eye.

'I never realized she had such tendencies, hm, learn something new every day,' I mused while pulling up my hood to hide my face and shoving my hands into the Kangaroo pocket of my hoodie.

The Meeting (2)