He's an Overlord—cold, composed, forged for dread, and immune to mortal whims. That is, until someone asked if he shines his skull with enchanted polish. If his femurs get itchy. If he sheds bone dust. They'll never know that in their infuriating irreverence, in their maddening persistence, they unknowingly keep a fractured soul from crumbling.

In a world where time moves slowly and memories linger like ghosts, The Sorcerer King wonders if he can find a place to belong. A ruler without a throne, will he find a new purpose—or will he only bring death and ruin?

Transported to an unfamiliar, ancient chamber, Ainz finds himself face-to-face with a mystery beyond his knowledge. A grand stone relief hints at a lost kingdom, but before he can uncover its secrets, three strangers arrive—one of whom, the elf Frieren, sees through his invisibility with uncanny precision.