XElenea

Four years before the New Calendar.

Less than five years remained until the Great Tomb of Nazarick arrived in the New World.

Adam sat by the roadside, gnawing on a coarse piece of rye bread, his eyes clouded with bewilderment and a faint glimmer of despair.

He had been isekai'd to the Overlord world.

That, in itself, wasn’t the issue. The real problem was that he had been thrust directly into the New World, a brutal and unforgiving land.

The thought of the Nazarick's actions four years hence, its relentless campaign to subjugate or annihilate entire nations, sent a shiver down Adam’s spine. 

As he contemplated the future, it offered only two paths: perish in the cataclysmic fallout of Nazarick’s conquest or, if fortune favored him, survive to become a subject of the Sorcerer Kingdom.

But then, there was another possibility…

Adam’s gaze shifted to the translucent panel that materialized before his eyes, a system interface, its title gleaming with promise.

Talent: [Player]

God of the New World (Overlord FIC)

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