《Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System 》Chapter 53: A Meeting Between An Ice Dragon And An Ice Giant
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It has been over a month since I was reincarnated in this new world, but this is the first time I find someone else… a person.
Another person, at last!
Ugh… She's still sleeping.
I am a bit worried, I don't want her to sleep so much, she has to eat something else than just drinking my blood back then in the middle of the battle.
I already got her some food, a pile of pears, and three Ice Crows, flying monsters I just found, they're literally crows whose feathers are azure-colored, and whose beaks are made of ice.
I bet they could make a nice soup.
But I don't know how to cook with these big claws.
I ate my fill already, so this is for her…
Hm… Should I simply abandon her and mind my own business now?
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I contemplate this for a while, but I simply can't bring myself to do this.
I simply can't.
She has a Charm Skill, but it is not active as of now, so she is not encroaching my mind or something…
I am just… I don't feel that it is right to do.
I don't want to be… alone.
Just being with pets that can't talk to me is not the right thing to aim for.
And I also want to find about this world.
I bet she knows a lot of stuff.
I want to ask her about the world, about the wonders she has seen, if there are more people… and other things.
I want to talk… god damn it.
I am a dragon with the mind and soul of a human, and as a social animal, I want to socialize.
What's so wrong with that?!
Yeah… There's nothing wrong with what I am doing, I am tired of pretending that I am regretting it or something.
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In fact, I am glad to have saved someone.
Yeah, what about it?
I will be myself, and arrogantly do as I please, just like a Dragon would do!
Hahh… Who am I even talking with anyways?
Just my own delusions, I am really turning insane…
Please, Benladann… be okay…
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[Day 33]
Another day of staying in the cave…
Yuki brought more pears, and I hunted more crows and even found a rabbit.
We have been cleaning up the molded zombies lately until there is probably not many remaining.
And something interesting to note is that after she was freed from the mold, the molded monsters seem duller and less "alive" in a way, so they're way easier to kill.
I suppose she might have been something of a hive queen...
When the hive queen got incapacitated, they don't know what to do, I suppose.
As I am eating a pear, I suddenly see something.
The girl's finger… her left hand's index finger… it moved.
Suddenly, her hand begins to move, and it grips.
And then… she opens her eyes, slowly and sleepily.
How long has this girl been sleeping, I wonder…
She stares at the ceiling with sleepy eyes, her irises are yellow-gold, quite beautiful.
Should I speak to her? Wouldn't I scare her?
Ugh…
I saved her life so she has to bear with it anyways!
"Are you okay?" I asked through telepathy, using English.
She is suddenly startled, as she quickly glances at me, her eyes widen as her eyebrows raise in surprise, she glances at my figure as if she were glaring at something fantastical she had never seen before.
I guess dragons are not common.
"A dragon? What? Eh?"
"Haha… Yeah… I am a dragon… An Ice Dragon! And a very proud one at that! I saved your life, no need to thank me!" I said, trying to pull out more personality than I actually have.
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Silence takes hold of the cave.
Okay… this is awkward.
Was I too cringy?
She begins looking at her hands, the ceiling, the outside, and then back at me.
"You… Saved me? A dragon… saved me? From… Ah! The mold? Why is not acting? What… happened? I feel so… healthy…"
"That's because you drank the blood of a dragon! And it has special properties such as… immunity to parasites! That's how I also defeated all the molded… and you. I sprayed my blood all over you and forced you to drink it… Haha, sorry about that, but it was the only thing I could really do to help you," I said.
"Your… blood? I can't believe it… your blood is a natural neutralizer of the mold?" she asked.
"Yes, anyone that drinks it gains immunity to it, and a few other perks… Like, do you feel your skin harder than usual?" I asked.
"I do… ugh… How much have I been sleeping? My body has grown up… I used to be a 7-year-old girl… Now… It seems I am already far over 20… By Ymir…" sighed Benladann, she seemed very affected over this.
"You were a mindless monster for over ten years? Damn…" I said.
"It… seems so… But now… That dream I had… I think I managed to defeat the mold… And that claw that helped me crawl away from the darkness…" she said, glancing at my claws.
"You… It was really… you…" she said, slowly moving towards me.
"Me? I was in your dream?" I asked her.
"I think so… Thank you… Thank you so much… Sniff… Sniff…"
Benladann began to cry, as she hugged my large front limb.
Ahh…
I don't know what to do.
No, I know.
I should… comfort her.
I use my other claw and gently pet her, as gentle as I can.
It seems to work, and she feels comfortable.
"It's okay. I just did what I could do, nothing much. Now, stop crying… I bet you're hungry. How about some pears?"
I tried to cheer up the girl as I showed her a pile of fruits, she glanced at them while wiping her tears, her mouth immediately began to drool.
"Food… Food!"
She jumped over the pears and began to eat them as if there was no tomorrow.
I guess she was hungry.
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Name: Drake.
Race: Adolescent Ice Dragon.
Titles: Merciless, Savior.
Mana Core Cultivation: Rank 2 (Initial Stage).
Status: Satiated.
Vitality: 862/862
Mana: 1242/1242
Strength: 533
Dexterity: 362
Magic: 955
Abilities:
Unique Skill: [Immortal Body]
Unique Skill: [Winter Magic]
Unique Skill: [System]
Unique Skill: [Ice Absorption]
Unique Skill: [God] (Sealed)
[Camouflage: Level 4]
[High-speed Thought Processing: Level 5]
[Parallel Thought Processing: Level 4]
[Wind Magic: Level 5]
[Mana Control: Level 5]
[Telepathy: Level 4]
[Berserk Mode: Level 4]
[Fear-Inducing Aura: Level 3]
[Naming: Level 2]
[Kin Control: Level 2]
Ice Dragon Natural Skills:
[Ice Dragon Bloodline]
[Ice Dragon Breath: Level 7]
[Ice Dragon Scales: Level 7]
[Lesser Self-Regeneration: Level 8]
[Freezing Slash: Level 6]
[Freezing Bite: Level 6]
[Freezing Tail Whip: Level 3]
[Ore Body: Level 6]
Resistance:
[Cold Immunity]
[Hunger Resistance: Level 4]
[Fear Resistance: Level 4]
[Pain Resistance: Level 5]
Ice Dragon Natural Resistances:
[Physical Attack Damage Resistance: Level 6]
[Fire Resistance: Level 3]
[Wind Resistance: Level 5]
[Thunder Resistance: Level 3]
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