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

I didn't doubt it was going to suck for him, but so long as Brenden and I were there, nothing would go wrong.

And that was exactly how we spent the next several hours, in the darkness, taking turns pouring particle water over our Father as he subconsciously screamed bloody murder due to the agony he was experiencing.

The two of us, Brenden and I, were no strangers to evolving to 5C, so we fully understood what he was going through, but about 5 hours into the Evolution, I picked up on a faint scratching sound in the distance.

"Heads up, we have company; Dad's screams seem to have rung the dinner bell for the undead…" Getting to my feet, I reequipped my Gauntlet Claws, as I had stored them away so that I didn't accidentally gash my Father while taking care of him while looking down the dark tunnel toward the source of the noise.

"Any clue how many," Appearing beside me, Brenden asked as he brandished his short sword.

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