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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Particle Circulation Skill (1)

With the Psy-Tag Skill out of the way, I exhibited quite a bit of restraint in not beginning to search for a suitable particle circulating Skill immediately.  

After all, I couldn't get caught staring off into anything by someone like Amanda or my father…that could only end up badly.  

Especially in the 1990s, if a child were caught doing something strange like that, it would no doubt mean a lifetime of therapy, medication, or some other bothersome thing, so I was particularly careful when examining my display panel when others could see me.  

Thinking further on that aspect, I could only imagine how bad it would have been if I had been born in, say, the 1600s; I don't doubt I would have been viewed as a witch or something like that.

Shivering at the thought of being burned at the stake, I went about the rest of my day until evening rolled around on the 29th of October.