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 looks like it's finally time…' Brenden, tossing aside his aggravation at me getting taller, stopped fussing and turned to face the TV with a similar stance to mine, one the both of us had no doubt gained from observing our father our whole lives.

Even now, as he sat on the couch, Dad's body posture was imposing, arms crossed, sitting perfectly straight, and staring forward.

'The timing is about right, according to what Emilia told us, when she was in the tower, the Players were struggling to complete the second floor. That's not all either; 10,000 players must cross the Final floor and access the First Peak in order to open the gates; with that being the case, it's safe to assume that at the bare minimum, we will have 10,000 Pseudo-Rankers emerging in the coming hours.' From the other side of the room, Xilia, who had been helping with the groceries, chimed in, causing Brenden to nod.

This Isn’t The Past We Remember (3)