Overlord: Birth of the King

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].