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

"Terra Trivium…I see. I am sorry for your loss; it must have been hard on you…" seeing how rapidly my state seemed to dissolve upon mentioning my old guild, Inspector Slater was quick to offer his condolences, fully buying into the ruse that I had laid out.

"There are very few of us remaining, but we were able to get enough money to buy that return pill, so there will eventually be a handful of us here in the past…and we hope to rebuild our Guild…but now that HE has made himself known to be alive…." Allowing my words to trail off, I slowly panned my head to the left and gazed out the window with unfocused eyes.

"….sigh, for now, although I can't offer you my protection, I can pave the way for your future involvement with my guild along with the NCA," watching my reaction with a careful and steady eye, Inspector Slater tossed me a bone in an attempt to cheer me up.

Arriving in London