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

Although I had gone to great lengths to differentiate between my two aliases in the public eye, such as going so far as to change the color of my hair with all three (Nexus White, Xipher Dirty Blond, and you'll see Taylors later), along with changing my stature and physical build slightly with the suits, there needed to be a little extra added on, to ensure further no one was able to connect, Xipher and Nexus, or even my real self, to either of them.

Honestly, it was a lot to juggle, and things would be so much easier if I could just go out and do as I please, but alas, life was never easy.

Landing on the ground beside the groveling Draven, I dusted off my shoulders and flared out my robes as if saying, that was easy before turning my eyes down toward the lavender-haired man.

Children Are meant To Be Seen Not Heard