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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

"And you, little Dravey, have fallen perfectly for my carefully laid trap!"

With a loud snap of my fingers, the immediate area suddenly felt heavy, as if gravity had intensified three-fold, and there was a visible shift in the air, akin to the mirage you see on the street during a hot summer day.

While I was in full swing with my bubbly Xipher Persona, Draven was anything but because the moment I snapped my fingers, the purple portal behind him vanished into thin air. No matter what he attempted, it wouldn't reappear.

"Now then, Little Dravey, hows about we finish this little game once and for all? No more running, shall we?"

"You!" Dropping his façade, Draven, understanding he was cornered and couldn't escape, attempted to put distance between us and prepare for a fight; unfortunately, that wasn't about to happen.

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