From the onslaught of giants to the heavens and the world

Chapter 150 Ymir

Gaining the power of the ancestral giant and the attacking giant, large chunks of memories flooded into Roger's brain like a flood.

Suddenly, Roger felt a sting.

His pupils contracted, and he was suddenly in a trance.

At this moment, he seemed to have witnessed more than 2000 years of history.

He knew that this was the attacking giant's ability.

But he still couldn't sort out these intricate memories.

In a vague trance, Roger heard and remembered several harsh cries that stood out.

—— "How did the king become like this?!"

— “Are we really doing the right thing?”

——"Marley, the Marley I destroyed. They obviously have no power to fight back..."

——"Kill, why do you care so much?"

- "I'm really tired!"

——"Thousands of years...it's time to end!"

- "Anderson, I'm sorry, I love you too. But I have to do what I have to do, can you help me?"

——"I just want to find the end."

——"Look, Grisha, this is how the power of giants is used."

——"We must protect Mikasa and Armin."

……

Chaotic memories, like a mess, got into Luo Zhi's mind.

In a short period of time, he really had no way to subdivide these memories, so he could only put them on hold temporarily.

But it was also when he put these aside.

A girl's voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"you are back."

Hearing the sound, Roger turned around and found himself standing on a sandy ground.

Like a sandy beach, but without the sea around it.

Subconsciously, Roger remembered the park in the containment area where he and Peake had built sandcastles together.

Now it has been converted into a crematorium, and every day, crying Malai people pass by there, pick up the corpses in the holding area, and send them to the cemetery.

A girl stood in front of Roger.

A pair of bare feet, wearing a tattered homespun dress.

Clutching the skirt, she blushed and looked at Roger.

"You are... the first giant, Ymir?"

Almost immediately, Roger called out Ymir's name.

For Ymir, he has too many memories.

Although it was the first time for him to see her, the ancestors who inherited the ancestor giants all had memories of her in one way or another.

But what was different was that they had never heard Ymir speak at all.

Roger was the first Heir to the Founder to hear her speak.

Her voice is almost the same as that of most girls, but the only difference is that her voice seems shy and soft because of lack of confidence and fear.

"It's me, master."

She walked over with bare feet, leaving a string of small footprints in the sand.

Hearing her call him master, Roger was a little puzzled at first, but then he seemed to understand.

The original Ymir was born as a slave, and his thinking is completely different from that of modern people.

Not only that, she also served the "kings" for more than 2000 years.

The deep-rooted "slavery" embedded in the bone marrow made it possible for her to say such words.

Calling him "Master" is naturally reasonable.

But Roger never expected that the girl in front of him would walk slowly, put her legs together and kneel in front of him.

What's more, she didn't expect that she would stretch out her little hand, hug his thigh, and put the girl's little face on his lap.

"I've waited too long for you, master," she said. "I'm really lonely, but I'm not far away."

"Then let me ask you, do you remember my name?"

Roger asked intentionally.

Through the memory sent by the attacking giant, he knew that the person Ymir loved was the first Frieze King, the cruel and ruthless Frieze King.

If Ymir calls his name wrong, he recognizes her as the first Frieze King.

Then everything makes sense.

Ymir raised his face, wondering:
"It's disrespectful to call you by your first name."

"It's okay, I allow you to do this, if you don't, I will be angry instead."

"Okay, Ymir understands." She nodded, was silent for a few seconds, and finally said, "Your name is—Roger..."

Ok?
Roger frowned.

When did she know me?
But Ymir didn't finish his words.

After half a sentence, she continued:
"... Frieze."

……

"?"

Roger was puzzled, "What did you say?"

"Ymir said, your name is—Roger Frieze."

"Roger Fritz?"

"Well, what's the matter? Master." Ymir tilted his head, looking suspicious.

Roger thought for a while.

During this period, Ymir's hand gently caressed his thigh, his eyes were particularly doting.

"In your opinion, what is my identity?"

After asking this sentence, Roger carefully examined Ymir.

For some unknown reason, Ymir hesitated for a while, with a little timidity in his eyes.

"Speak your mind with confidence." Roger reassured her.

Only then did Ymir feel relieved.

"You are the master of Ymir."

"What about other than that?"

"...is the 'King of Eldia'."

"King Frieze? The first Frieze King?" Roger was stunned, "How could I be the first Frieze King?!"

too weird!

I am clearly in my teens, how could I be the first Frieze King?
So what happened.

Roger began to search the memory in his mind.

He began to search for the memory of the first Frieze King.

But the strange thing is that, apart from the memories of the first generation of Frieze Kings, other generations of Frieze Kings, from the second generation to the third, fourth, and fifth...even the 145th generation of Frieze Kings—the memory of Karl Frieze, There are all of them.

There is just no first generation.

In this case, wouldn't it mean that Roger is the first Frieze King?
But how could he be the first generation?

"Master, what's wrong with you? Do you need Ymir to serve you?"

As if aware of his master's sorrow, Ymir said anxiously, but his voice was timid and pitiful.

"No need."

Luo Heat shook his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to Ymir who was kneeling on the ground, trying to help her up.

Seeing the master's outstretched hand, Ymir was very excited. She blushed and quietly stuffed her little hand into Roger's big hand.

She is completely a young girl, neither her body nor her face are fully developed yet.

Thinking about it, Roger gently pulled her up from the ground.

The girl stood up straight, as if she felt her sweetheart's heart, her little head barely reached his chest, and buried her blushing face in, sobbing softly.

Suddenly caught in this little girl's arms, Luo Zhi sighed, touched the top of her head, and patted her trembling back from the excitement of meeting her.

"I kept you waiting, Ymir."

Roger comforted him, thinking that he had redeemed the debt of the first generation of Frieze King—although he suspected that he was himself.

"Hmm~"

Ymir said aggrieved, like a little beast, he buried his face even deeper, and his little hands also hugged Roger tightly, refusing to let go for a moment.

(End of this chapter)