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

After spending about 30 minutes half slaughtering every undead in sight, I finally reeled in my thoughts and was able to calm down, yet when I turned around to look for Brenden and My Dad; I noticed neither was in sight.

Apparently, in my blind rage, I had pushed forward without pause and, in turn, ended up moving a full three miles away from them. So since I had no idea how long it would take them to catch up, especially with the path of crippled corpses I had left in my wake, I decided my time was better suited to doing my Circulation Skill Cycles.

I mean, why not? Right, there was an overabundance of Beta-Particles in the air to use, so that was precisely what I did, and after completing my 3rd Cycle, only then did my Father and Brother appear through the darkness.

"Christ, is there no such word as moderation in your vocabulary!" Brenden yelled as he ran over to kick me, only to miss and end up slamming his foot into the rocky wall.

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