Year -4 of the New Calendar.

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

Tang Zheng sat by the roadside gnawing on a piece of hard rye bread, eyes filled with confusion—and a trace of despair.

He had transmigrated into the world of the Undead King.

Alright, that part was fine.

The problem was, he’d transmigrated directly into the other world itself.

Thinking of how, four years later, the Tomb would destroy entire nations, he shivered. The future offered only two paths:

Either die in the aftermath…

Or survive and become a citizen of the Sorcerer Kingdom.

Or maybe…

Tang Zheng looked at the panel that appeared before him—

Innate Ability: “Player”

“If we’re all players, why should I fear you?”