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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

'Who wants to sleep with a dirty, stinky, crass, and crazy man such as you? Hmph,' puffing out her cheeks in protest at my words, Renni seemed unbothered by my tapping her face, a fact which made me smirk as I spun around to look for a taxi to take us back to the mansion.

'Quite a few women, actually; you'd be surprised by the amount of fanmail that somehow made its way to me over the years. If I wanted to, I could be swimming in pussy, but I never acted on such impulses, not when I had plenty of grade-A women at my beck and call.'

'Wow….I never knew you were so sleazy; what a player you are.' Rolling her eyes, Renni teased, causing me to chuckle aloud.

I still haven't figured out how so many random people got ahold of the channels and means of contacting me, but thinking back to the storage room filled to the ceiling with envelopes and packages, I couldn't help but shake my head and vow to be more careful about who knew how to contact me.

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