The year is 4 years before the New Era.

Less than five years remain until the descent of the "Great Tomb of Nazarick."

Tang Zheng sat by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of black rye hard bread, his eyes filled with bewilderment, even a hint of despair.

He had transmigrated into the world of Overlord.

Well, that wasn't the problem, but the problem was that he had transmigrated directly into a different world.

Thinking about the Great Tomb's actions to destroy various countries four years later, Tang Zheng shivered. The future seemed to offer only two choices: either be killed by the aftershocks, or survive by chance and become a citizen of the Sorcerer Kingdom.

Or perhaps...

Tang Zheng looked at the panel that appeared before his eyes—Innate Ability: 「Player」

—Since everyone is a player, why should I be afraid of you!

I can write it, but I don't feel it's quite right. I wasn't just saying it when I was organizing my thoughts recently; I did organize them, but I still need to ponder the angle of approach.


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Chapter 447 - Writer's Block