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The Villain's RE:Life

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

TayLawJorg · Fantasie
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The Caverns (2)

"Tsk, that's cute but too late,"  

BOOM BOOM BOOM! 

Simultaneously, all three of the monsters launched a projectile attack utilizing their natural affinity for energy attacks in the form of three powerful orbs of reddish light, which slammed into the Gate, generating a massive dust cloud formed of rocky particulates thanks to the abundant stone and rock walls.  

The loud, concussive explosions were probably so deafening that if I could actually see through the cloud for the reaction the three monsters had, or maybe hear them, I would have covered my ears. 

Fortunately for me, the opposite side of the Gate, which I had barely crossed in the nick of time, was like another segregated world when compared to the lobby.  

And unless someone passed the trial, nothing, sound, nor object could make it through the sturdy barrier that separated the heart of the Instance from the lobby.