“How do you know my name? Killed me?”

Chroma, the last shaman of the giants—his face was filled with confusion. In fact, Chroma wasn’t in a normal state. Long before Chroma died, he poured out his full capabilities to complete one spell. It was a spell that separated his soul from his flesh and later allowed his soul to reside in the body most similar to his main body.

There was just one thing Chroma hadn’t expected and that was the extinction of the giants. He never dreamed that Floyd, the king of the giants, would choose death. He chose this spell while thinking that Floyd would revive the clan again after his death.

This was Chroma’s misjudgment. Over time, Chroma woke up in the body of a troll shaman with a size similar to his own body. However, it wasn’t a perfect success because it wasn’t the body of a giant. Then he soon had a problem with his memory. His memories were incomplete and fragmented.

‘I think there is a problem.’

Hyeonu noticed from Chroma’s response that Chroma wasn’t in a normal state.

‘There is no information...