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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

When I say that Abuella technically doesn't live with us, I don't mean she sleeps in the closet or anything dumb like that, only that we had built a small one-bedroom guest house in the massive backyard for her.

Now before you lot start bitching and moaning, let me make it clear, Paola was a primary regret of my fathers. Growing up with a father who was practically a playboy, we had our fair share of women come and go, moving in and leaving, throughout the years, but only ONE had ever tried getting to know Brenden and me, only one had ever been worth a shit in my eyes, and that was Paola.

However, because she was significantly younger than my father and wanted to move her mother up from Columbia to live with us, Dad broke it off with her. I had never seen her again after the six months she lived with us during my time in 7th grade.

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