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

"When you put it like that…it makes some sense,"

"Um…Nexus, do you plan on stopping him any time soon?" Watching my brother smack his buddy relentlessly for a few seconds, Piniki felt the need to step in.

"Give it another couple of hits; if he doesn't wake up, I'll stop Marek; still, you gotta admit, with all that swelling, he kinda looks like a pig, can't stop that work of art from being completed," I stated with a shrug as if I was unbothered watching Sonnasitc get his face disfigured by my frantic brother.

True to my word, after allowing two more hits, I caught my brother by the arm mid-strike and flung him away from Sonnasitc as if he weighed nothing, dumped half a High-Grade potion on the poor sap's face, then opened his mouth and dumped what remained in.

Escaping the Runic Inscription (1)