The Villain's RE:Life

Having decided, I was going to launch a sneak attack on these idiots; there were two things I needed to do, the first being to check my gains from the most recent batch of cycles.

The source of this c𝐨ntent is freeweɓnovēl.coɱ.

Somehow, the last few days, I had fallen into a routine of not checking my stats, as I wanted to be surprised when I finished the final day, but now that gunpowder was looming in the air, it was time to see how the numbers stacked up against what I was feeling.

[Status]

{Taylor Lawrence Jörgensen}

{Particle Grade: None}

{Race: Prymordyal Hyumun}

{Race Rank: Sixth Classification}

{Talent: (Prymordyal) Primitive Psy-Kinesis }

{Talent Rank: Beta}

{Talent Potential Grade: Omega *Upgradable*}

{Currency: None} *Wallet-Kun in Tears*

[Statistics]

{Level:0}

{Level Progress: 0.05%}

{Talent Growth Rate: 01%} *4 x Modifier*

{Alpha Particle Count: 0/5} *Tank needs to be Empty for Circulation Skill*

{Physical Offense: 5.6} *+3.6*

{Physical Defense: 5.6} *+3.6*

{Intellect: 26.3} *+0.2*

{Meta Physical Offense: 4.3} *+0.3*

{Meta Physical Defense: 4.26} *+0.1*

{Stat Points: 0}

[Racial Trait, Progress, and Evolution]

{Current Race: Prymordyal Hyumun}

{Current Race Rank: Sixth Classification}

{Racial Trait: 1:1500 Level Progress Gain, +3 Stat Point Upon Leveling Up, Talent Changed to its Prymordyal Form, 25% Stat Boost upon Ranking Up.}

{Racial Progress: 0%}

{Available Racial Evolutions: 0}

[Skillbar]

{Available Slots at Beta-Rank 8.}

{Slot 1: Talent Skill: (Major Plus) Coersion}

{Slot 2: Talent Skill: (Major) Psy-Tag}

{Slot 3: Circulation Skill: (Minor) Hidden Vestiges of Physicality}

{Slot 4: Talent Skill: (Major) Augmentation 2nd Stage }

{Slot 5: Talent Skill: (Major) Telepathy }

{Slot 6: Empty}

{Slot 7: Empty}

{Slot 8: Empty}

’Heh, damn, 5.6 six in both physical stats, oh, and I hit the lottery several times too, nice.’ Balling up my left fist, I felt my body coursing with strength.

You have to remember, even in the Origin Timeline, the peak my Physical stats had reached was less than 20 points, so the fact that I already had a fourth of my strength was astounding to me, and all without having ranked up or even leveled for the first time.

Curbing my excitement, I entered the next step of preparation and began consuming as many Particle potions as my body could handle, eventually filling my body with 125 PC, a full 10 points over what I had been able to in the past.

The main reason I was capable of this was due to the increase in my physique. While it stung a bit to saturate myself over the limit, the added points would be expended relatively quickly as I had no intentions of having a dragged-out battle with the injured morons running in my direction.

Brimming with strength and particles, I did my final checks on my body before withdrawing the rope from my inventory and a special item I had bought from a local store back home.

Resting quietly in my right hand was a pure white, circular mask. Now, this was no ordinary mask; no, it was filled with small round holes and had been made famous thanks to a series of movies back in the 1970s and 1980s, but before that, it was viewed as a typical hockey goalie mask.

Holding the mask up to my face, I lifted up the back of my shaggy sandy blond hair, clasped the leather strap to secure it, and allowed my hair to cover the strap.

’Alright, let’s do this shit.’ Willing the Particles to course through my hands and feet, I preloaded my limbs so that I could activate my Augmentation without a second notice before securing the rope to the ledge I had used to climb up.

Ignoring the stiffness in my joints, I loosened the bundled-up rope so that it would fall untangled when I left my perch and focused on the closing in clattering, which was only a few seconds from being right under me.

"Quickly, we are almost there; I don’t feel comfortable waiting on the border, so let’s move closer toward the center, away from those monsters," Gina shouted over the snarls, growls, and bestial noises in the distance.

’Hmph, predictable. 50 feet, 40 feet, oh they’re slowing down, 35, 30, 25…almost here,’ I inhaled slowly. I crept toward the edge and peered down to the ground, where I had an unobstructed view of the tunnel and where the group of Noob-Rankers would be crossing.

’It’s all about timing; down I go,’ the moment I heard the footsteps enter my range of 15 feet, I scooped up the rope in one hand, angled my body over the edge, and rolled out of the crevice…and that was how my gory first battle of the past began.

Like a bat dropping down from the ceiling, I released the rope, allowing it to fall beside me, and straightened my body into a clean dive while my eyes locked onto a lanky young man carrying a small child who appeared to be around 6 or 7 years old.

Twirling my body mid-air, I silently cut through the air and reached up to grip the handle of my sheathed dagger on my right hip.

’Psy-Kinesis, Augmentation Stage 1.’ swiftly drawing my dagger, an icy blue aura leaked from my fingertips into the weapon, soon coating the blade, increasing not only its lethality but also its durability.

"What’s Tha…OLIVER LOOK OUT!" Noticing movement out of the corner of her eye, Gina screamed in a shrill voice, but it was too late.

With very little resistance at all, as if cutting through butter with a hot knife, my dagger sliced straight through the young man’s neck from just below his jaw due to him looking up.

Between the sharpness of my Augmented blade and my momentum from the fall, I was easily able to decapitate the lad without any effort at all.

Landing on the ground with a hard thud that rattled my bones, I didn’t waste any time by performing a flashy super-hero landing and instead contorted my body and stabbed the unconscious kid on Oliver’s back in the top of his skull before the headless young man’s corpse was able to hit the ground, effectively killing off half the group of noobs within the first second of my attack.

Wearing a twisted smile under my mask, I slowly stood up, snatched "Oliver’s" head out of the air, and spun it on the tip of my index finger as if it were a ball.

"Well, what do we have here, four…heh, two little mice running amok within my dungeon all alone without any adults." Although my voice was childish, my words were filled with sarcasm and dark undertones, causing Gina and Aaron to freeze in pure fright.