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

"It Seems Nexus here was spot on with his analysis of the Runic Inscription, or at least in how the Tower would look upon completion," Erik said as he glanced over the edge of our little stone pillar refuge.

"Glad to know I was doubted; it makes it that much sweeter for me when I prove to all the naysayers who doubted me how correct I am." Rolling my eyes, I lifted my leg up, causing everyone to flinch.

"Now, if you guys would all please prepare yourselves, I'm dropping this thing; you lot have mooched off of my kindness for long enough," my words came down like a hammer on most of the lower-ranked Returners, as all it took was a brief look to notice we were almost 200 feet in the air, not really that high for people whose bodies were reinforced by particles, but still a significant height to fall from.

At worst, there would be a few broken ankles or legs and nothing as drastic as someone dying, unfortunately.

Assigning Roles and Heading to The Tower