In the year 4 Before the New Era.
Less than five years remained until the descent of the "Great Tomb of Nazarick."
Tristan sat by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of hard rye bread, his eyes filled with confusion, even a hint of despair.
He had been transported to the world of the Overlord.
Alright, that wouldn't have been an issue—except he wasn’t just in a game; he had crossed directly into another world.
The thought of the Tomb's future plans to bring ruin to various nations sent a chill down Tristan's spine. The future seemed to hold only two options: either be killed in the crossfire or survive by a stroke of luck to become a citizen of the Sorcerer Kingdom.
Or perhaps...
Tristan glanced at the panel that appeared in front of him—Innate Ability: [Player].
