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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

After sending off the town car driver to an early demise, as I had done with so many others before, I kept my presence to a minimum as I entered the Ritz London and made my way to the stairwell.

Sure, I could have easily taken the elevator, but it was simpler and easier to be stealthy if I simply blazed myself up several flights of stairs to our floor.

In this way, the odds of me running into anyone else were slim at best since the convenience of an Elevator was something more people would choose over climbing multiple flights of stairs.

I, on the other hand, had zero problems taking the stairs after all; a little exercise never hurt me. Hell, I was even able to run fast enough to outspeed any elevator by a long shot.

It took me less than a minute to climb up to the 6th floor, but the moment I got close to the door to my Father's room, I could hear …the faint sounds of moans and giggles.

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