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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

"That mouth of yours will get you killed one of these days, Nexus; unfortunately, today is not that day," Draven grumbled while flicking his hair out of his eyes and gliding down toward the ground from the sky.

"I recommend you all put your guns down, as I am not fond of having weapons pointed at me under any circumstances." He stated while clasping his hands behind his back and standing in a regal posture.

"Nexus…" Holding up a handgun and pointing it at Draven, who stood a few feet away, the general spoke softly, apparently wanting my input.

"Do as he says, General; there is no point in trying to fight, and considering his twisted personality, I don't doubt hes up to something; however, killing you all isn't his main purpose. That's simply not how he thinks."

"Weapons down!" giving me a short nod, the General stored his gun into his hip holster and gave the command to his men.

Always Dealing with BS