Once upon a time in a place far beyond imagination, an evil king who defeated all heroes and spread his villainy across the world, his epic journey had a sad end, after defeating all the great heroes who protected that world from all evil, there was nothing else for him to do.

Being bad didn't have the same charm anymore, all his brutality became futile, he wanted to go back to the old days, where he felt the adrenaline of facing a great hero, who might kill him with a single blow, but there was none left, he had finished them all.

So he sat on his macabre throne and let hope do the job, without his presence in the daily lives of his subjects, he knew that hope would return to people’s heart, and that people would return to craving heroism, it was just a matter of time, and after attaining immortality as a reward given by the demon god, this would certainly not fail him.

In the beginning it was more difficult, not that he still felt pleasure in making everyone's life more miserable and unhappy, it had simply become routine, to control himself he started to plan monuments and great buildings in his honor, better than anyone else had ever done on that world.

But the great strategy in all of this was that he hoped that by getting people to dedicate themselves again to doing great things, they would feel inspired to want a better life.

He built dungeons to store his treasures, knowledge and stories. After all, in the event that he was no longer there for whatever reason, he wanted people to remember him with a lot of fear and hate.

Those buildings took a long time to start, there weren't many intellectuals left in that world of misery and suffering, all people did was try to survive one more day, different from what everyone expected, he didn't use slaves, he knew that slaves wouldn't strive like it was necessary to reach the standard of excellence that those works would demand.

So he showed himself creative, trying to get around his self-imposition of not destroying the world again, he created a system of nefarious democracy, where people were encouraged to be bad, they had even forgotten what was good and bad, there is no room for philosophy in the fight against extinction.

Gradually great minds started to emerge, they created rules for others and set goals, they didn't even talk to the evil king, he never set many parameters, just said what he wanted done and offered rewards.

But his hands were dirty of course, the politics of the world was divided into strength, intelligence and manipulation. The strong one’s should see that the evil king's interests are served, the intelligent one’s should take care to solve the problems in serving the evil king's interests, and the manipulators should provide entertainment to others and to the evil king himself.

And who didn't fit into any of these groups? These would have good use as animal feed and source of ingredients in the spells that would be performed to check the functioning energy of the dungeons, they were also used in rituals for the inauguration of monuments and dungeons.

Gradually groups of talented people or not began to rebel, at first they were unable to escape their fate, but with each failure, they learned and went further.

The evil king watched these conflicts closely, rooting for the rebels in secret, his highest ranking lackeys always apologized and paid with their own lives for what happened, what no one knew was that it was not a punishment, it was just what the evil king did for habit.

After a long time and with many large works already completed, the first outlaws, as they were known who had escaped that villainous society and taken refuge in the heart of inhospitable or naturally hostile places, began to prosper and develop.

Little by little they’ve learned by observing the knowledge coming from the great cities that formed around the construction of the monuments and dungeons of the evil king, and as soon as they were completed, these cities moved to the next building site.

Despite the inhospitable or hostile environment, people learned to thrive, built underground or deep in the mountains, so as not to be found by bounty hunters, they were still very hungry, as it was not possible to raise many animals or plants in places so difficult to access.

Some heroes began to emerge, and this news greatly cheered the evil king, they were nothing special, they had the same strength as any average person and like most other people no talent for magic, they were not recognized early on by their equals, hero was something they no longer knew what it was.

At first they simply defended those collective refuges for outlaws, then they went on to plunder the food production sites of those who worked for the evil king.

The evil king did not care about his losses, it took so long to reach this point that the evil king was no longer in need, in fact these delays just gave more time for the evil king to have more buildings for his minions to do.

These lackeys with the democratic society system created by the evil king became very efficient, and some people even began to develop talent for magic, a meager effort in the eyes of the evil king, but it was the greatest fun available to him at this time.

Sometimes the king of evil presented those fools with a demonstration of real magic, of course those people did not survive to tell the story, but those who watched from afar recorded everything, these records were pilfered by outlaws infiltrated in the high positions of that nefarious society.

The outlaws had a lot of difficulty, and very precariously they learned to use some magic, it took a long time and villages were formed in more pleasant places, these villages were defended by entire lineages of heroes, they were not the best places to live yet, they only allowed a larger population of outlaws to sustain themselves.

Many legends had already formed among the outlaws, these legends inspired new legends, however the evil king was not standing idly by, much less his lackeys, they continued to develop, they already had a respectable technology, the use of magic by part of the nefarious society reached useful levels to the king of evil.

Now they were able to cast spells that served for something, and were far ahead of the ragged outlaws, their spells created flying cities, which made it easier for the outlaws to get out of the holes they inhabited, now the nefarious society built more things in the sky to the king of evil.

There was no place of interest left on land, the evil king had left his monuments without fear, and the dungeons, he knew would remain untouched for a long time.

Time flowed around the evil king, he kept waiting for the heroes to develop, he was even glad that the outlaws were growing fast, he had little use for his minions, the more powerful ones served him with weak spells, which was enough to replace a thousand workers with one sacrificial life at a time.

When Yóroh the impetuous and his allies managed to defeat a nefarious society militia, that's when the evil king felt a pang of hope, he was already doubting that the outlaws would make it, they were always behind, maybe it was just luck.

Some outlaws mistakenly thought they had a chance, so they depredated a monument to the king of evil, the response was immediate, dozens of those villages that had already started to become cities were massacred in just a few hours.

Thousands of deaths to remind the outlaws of their place, few villages were not reached, only those who were not known to the nefarious society, these were however the most developed, already had magical camouflage, it would not deceive any archmage up close, but already it was good enough for when patrols passed high in the sky.

The first schools of magic were born after that, it would not be possible to defeat such power with just strength and courage, it was necessary to master magic, they were not aware of it, but the reports of spies of the evil king were clear.

The outlaws even after that massacre did not lose hope, after so many millennia these reports made the evil king sketch a fleeting smile, his spies did not understand and did not dare to ask.

The population of the evil king's lackeys dwindled in numbers, but grew in competence, the flying cities came to be inhabited only by select groups of lackeys, of those who stand out by force there were not many left, only the exceptional ones, those who stood out by manipulation only those who brought reports to the evil king, and those who excelled in intelligence produced lines of respectable archmages.

Even though all his minions rebelled against the evil king they were still no match, the evil king didn't even make an effort to become stronger, but became much stronger nonetheless.

The outcasts became the absolute majority of the population of the world, then came the greatest frustration of the evil king after so long, they turned against each other, the power started to go to the heads of these fools.

At the same time that these conflicts between the outlaws started, the first braves to challenge the dungeons appeared, this calmed a little the evil king who was indignant, he thought he would have to remind the outlaws who the enemy is.

The skies had also been filled with monuments to the evil king and his dungeons at this point, so he ordered his lackeys to fill the ocean, they racked their brains for a while until they managed to figure out how to do it.

The population of his lackeys rose again, there were many opportunities, the evil king due to living on the bottom of the sea now, he did not receive such recent reports of progress in the development of the outlaws, it was too much work to travel to the depths of the ocean.

It took decades for the news that Mimsay and her allies had completed the first dungeon, the easiest of them all, but it was a huge step forward, best of all she was at the level of one of their best archmages at the time.

The ocean was already filled with all the buildings that the evil king could conceive, when the second dungeon was conquered by Araial and his sisters of sword and magic.

The evil king noticed that females seemed to be more prone to magic than males, so he had them gather accurate reports of the demography of the outlaws and his lackeys too.

It didn't take long to become obvious, the brutality in king of evil’s society made life difficult for females, who needed more resources to develop, and the lack of these resources led them to have greater interest in straying to the side of the outlaws.

The evil king didn't care, he didn't need anyone anyway, they wouldn't be missed. The evil king received a vision from the demon god, he should go oversky now, the world was full, but oversky was endless space for his creations.

The evil king was afraid to get too far away and the outlaws would forget him, so he promoted the biggest massacre in millennia, destroyed all the capitals of the world and exterminated all the conquerors of dungeons, as those who managed to obtain their wealth and knowledge became known.

This would give fools a clear and unforgettable warning, the evil king was still alive and strong, this should always be the enemy of the whole world, the outlaws continued to diversify and spread across the world, the evil king returned from time to time to ravage the world and renew his herd of minions.

It did not take long for the outlaws to get used to keeping a living and lasting memory of these events in their traditions and cultures.

With each return of the king of the evil, he noticed more progress in the outlaws, they had sumptuous metropolises on the first visit, poverty had never been eradicated, only tamed, he noticed that even though he was not under his yoke, evil still flourished among the outlaws.

From petty crimes to the purest perversity, and when these people contacted him by their own means he offered them a place in his ranks of lackeys, after millennia of attempts on his 17th visit, the outlaws had finally conquered the first dungeon in the depths of the Ocean.

The evil king personally congratulated the conquerors Temhir and their allies, but as the evil king his gift was the death of Temhir's allies, Temhir was incapacitated in the first instant of combat by an evil king's containment spell, either his own older lackeys knew such spell.

The evil king slaughtered them slowly and painfully in front of Temhir helplessly, he taught him many fundamentals of magic as he did so.

"Temhir, listen well, magic is not just about imposing your will on the world, it's about knowing the world, you should always remember what you learn here, and pass that knowledge on to your successors"

This quote from the evil king closed the epic of Temhir, the epic that became the saddest in the history of the outlaws, the outlaws learned that it was necessary for them to learn specializations in magic, they didn't have the power or the wickedness of the evil king to wield such levels of magic.

On the 33rd visit the evil king was welcomed by the outlaws, they now had their own flying ships, it was a fun combat of the evil king's minions and the outlaws, the geatest fun since he had become the evil king.

Three of the attacking groups even reached the evil king's throne room, which by this time was already the size of a big city of outlaws, the evil king's own ship had the size of a continent at this point, and it didn't even had been done in a hurry.

This was three groups of dungeon conquerors, one was Yashar and his allies who conquered one of the toughest dungeons on earth, the second group was Novika and his allies who conquered the most complex dungeon in the sky and the third group was Atimra and his allies who conquered the fourth hardest ocean dungeons.

The evil king repeated with the three leaders what he had done with Temhir, their dreams were shattered at that moment, but this time the evil king had to make some effort to fight them, they were not very versatile, which made them predictable, but they were very good at what they knew.

The evil king even laughed as he fought, he thanked each one before delivering the killing blow for such fun, the leaders returned helpless to their homes, it took years to get over these traumas, but the evil king had left gifts this time, in case he was late in coming back, he created terrible monsters and spread them around the world.

The world had monsters before that, but these were capable of killing dragons with just one attack, they were created by the evil mind of the evil king, tailored to put more pressure on outlaws, the evil king has been waiting for over 100,000 years for a hero worthy to stand up to him.