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

"Dragon, just to clarify, you said your boss's name is Dragon…" I said with as straight of a face as I could possibly muster.

"Yeah, I heard some of the necklace Tier guys calling Boss Dragon," Clive stated matter-of-factly while nodding his head like a bobble doll. However, after a couple of seconds of this, I noticed that Clive appeared to be holding his wrist and rubbing it, much like how a child would after getting hurt.

"What's wrong, buddy?" motioning for the big lug to show me his arm, I asked, creating a strange image of a man four times my size holding up his arm to me like a saint bernard.

Reaching out, I caught hold of Clive's arm and examined the bracelet with apparent disgust on my face.

'Quite unfortunate; I was hoping to get some more information from this guy before the Homunculus rejected him for spilling secrets.' I thought but suddenly froze because I felt an itching sensation at the back of my neck.

Situation Unraveling Further