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

"AH, Milord, what happened…the train's not moving. Did I fall asleep?" Shooting up and rubbing the spot I smacked, Vincent looked around with confused eyes.

'Listen carefully; our plans have changed slightly, and I will need to make the proper accommodations; it's time we hit the ground running, so we won't be stopping to rest for the next few days; keep up, and obey my orders.'

Getting off my train seat, I scooped up my dagger off the ground where the inspector had dropped it and shoved it into my inventory before putting it on my back and walking towards the door.

'The ball is in your court, Slater; let's see if you are still suspicious or if I did a good enough job of throwing you off my case.' Scanning my surroundings as I stepped off the train, I caught sight of Inspector Slater off on the other side of the Station with a group of other police officers, and as if sensing my gaze, he turned in my direction and nodded before going back to his conversation.

The London Base of Operations (1)