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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

Since there was, at best, 2 minutes before Fredrick and his crew walked into the store, I knew I had to make a decision, and on the table were three options.

The first was the most obvious: knock out the shop clerk, steal the cards, and leave out the back without being seen.

This option was honestly the better of what I could come up with at the moment, and it was more on-brand for someone like me who was a master of hit-and-run tactics.

Option two was balanced but could easily go sideways if I didn't handle things properly, and that was to set a scenario where I would force Fredrick into interacting with me, IE, having a lengthy conversation and revealing myself as either Nexus or Xipher.

It was a bit out there, but given my boredom and lack of activity at home, it was plausible as it meant I would have something to do for the foreseeable future, and then there was Option Three.

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