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

After a bit of struggle, I found myself propped up against a tree and slowly sipping from a bottle of particle water while giving my legs some much-needed time to recover.

I had expected to injure myself since I was going pretty hard on the trip over, but I never thought that a short five-minute sprint would shred virtually every muscle and tendon in both of my legs.

Even as a 6C being at my age, I had no business having stats as high as they were, yet time and time again, I continuously pushed myself.

'Well, at least now I know my limits,' after wiggling each of my toes to double-check I wasn't paralyzed, I sat completion motionless and closed my eyes.

'From what I could tell, everything was fine until around the 3-minute mark, that was when the damage started amassing. Even with my constant drinking of Particle water, all I could do was repair half the damage that my legs were sustaining, not nearly enough to overcome the inflicted injuries.'

Meeting A Serial Killer (1)