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

Forty-one minutes, that was the estimate I had come up with. Given how quickly I was watching the surrounding landscape blaze by, I could roughly judge that Brenden and I were moving at an average speed of about 120 miles per hour.

Which, given any other circumstance…would be fast as fuck; however, with the looming threat of the Runic inscription activating at any given minute, it still felt slow, in my opinion.

'Are we going to make it in time?' Hearing my response to our father, Brenden, who was keeping pace with me as we navigated through the inclined terrain of suburbia, asked with apparent concern in his voice.

'I don't know; I wasn't kidding when I said everything is conjecture, but I will not take chances and play games when it comes to a fucking lunatic like Draven.' Reaching into my inventory, I withdrew both camel packs, putting one around my shoulders like a backpack, and handed over the second to my brother.

“I…well, I overclocked my processor”