Epic Of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System

Chapter 1866: Benladra's Miracle



The Bullet Demon was left speechless, not only because he was sitting over a chair in the train station right now, but because his body was back to normal. Despite how destroyed it was, and how impossible it was to heal, it had been healed somehow.

He really had decided to finally die, but someone had simply not allowed him to. He wanted to reunite with his family, with his son and his wife, but he wasn't allowed to... for whatever reason, he was given a second chance.

He glanced at his own hands, the tanned skin, his fingers, his nails, all things he had almost forgotten about before, he had grown so used to be pure metal that he completely forgot he was once a man made of flesh and blood.

The Bullet Demon quickly walked towards the nearest window, seeing his reflection, the face of a handsome old man on his thirties appeared, with a short blonde bear, long blonde hair, and a muscular, tall body.

He was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, it seemed someone else had dressed him up while he wasn't looking, making him rather embarrassed of how much he had been relying on others so far.

"The robotic parts, where are they?"

As he looked around, he noticed a huge man standing by his side, he had barely noticed his presence, but he instantly recognized him.

"Hey, seems like you finally woke up."

"You're... Drake?!"

It was Drake, of course, it seemed he had been looking over him so far, the Bullet Demon had too many questions though.

"What happened to me?! And where are we... Wait, the race! Aren't you going?!"

"It's starting in about an hour," said Drake. "We got here like half an hour ago, you haven't slept that much, actually. And my daughter healed you using her Esper Ability."

"Your daughter has such a power?!" gasped the Bullet Demon. "But my body was...!"

"Almost completely destroyed? Nothing too hard for Benladra," laughed Drake. "Anyways, it's nice to see the real you, huh? You sure look like an average human. Though I didn't expect you to be this jacked. Maybe it's my daughter's healing that did that for you."

"I..." the Bullet Demon remained in silence, sighing. "I really don't know what to say. I was so ready to die, and I even accepted my death. My wife and my son... I thought I would finally reunite with them."

"Well, if you're so desperate to die, you're free to waste away the second chance my daughter gave you," said Drake. "It's not like you can't kill yourself, right?"

"But that's..." the Bullet Demon immediately hesitated.

"It feels wrong, right? Yeah, I thought so." Nodded Drake. "You've gotta live, man. For your kid and your wife. I know I'm nobody to talk about this or what you should do with your life but... I think that they wouldn't be happy if you just died pointlessly."

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The Bullet Demon sighed, looking rather lost, but Drake's words hit him in the heart, and very hard at that. Drake wasn't wrong at all, he was very right, if he died pointlessly, wouldn't be The wasting a life, a life that could've been for his wife and his son?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"We are in the restaurant over there having breakfast, want to join us before the race starts?" asked Drake, trying to act friendly with the wounded man. "Come on, I bet you've never eaten anything in a while."

"Yeah, perhaps for over a hundred years..." nodded the Bullet Demon. "I had no stomach before though, but now... I feel one, and it is quite empty."

"Let's go then," Drake patted his shoulders, walking away.

The Bullet Demon saw walking away, as he remained in silence, glancing at the train and the railroad.

His eyes widened, as he saw something.

Perhaps it was an illusion, or maybe something born from his own broken mind.

But he could swear he saw the silhouette of his wife and his son.

Far in the distance...

His eyes widened, as he shed a few tears.

They smiled back at him but didn't tell him to come with them.

They walked away, slowly disappearing behind the railroad.

"Wait..."

He tried to chase them, but quickly realized that Drake was getting farther away.

"It's not yet your time, honey."

His wife's voice echoed from afar.

"Take care, papa! Live for me!"

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The man fell to his knees, going through dozens of emotions at once.

Grief, pain, sorrow, despair, but also an endlessly burning desire to live.

"I'm sorry..."

He slowly cleansed his tears, slowly standing up.

"And thank you..."

He walked away, catching up with Drake.

Drake had noticed his little breakdown there but didn't say anything regarding that.

Sometimes, it was better to leave a man alone with his own problems.

He could clearly recall having gone through something similar once.

That feeling of despair and lost, when everything he had built back in his previous life was

gone.

Even now, he still misses his family.

But he was able to move on, and accept his current situation, and embrace the beautiful

family he had built in the present.

"It's Carl."

"Hm?"

Drake glanced at the Bullet Demon.

"That's my name..."

"I see... Name's Drake. I don't know if I told you before or not."

"I knew it already, yeah."

"So?"

"...I would like to have some breakfast, if you don't mind."

"Of course, come along."

Carl and Drake made their way to the shopping center around the train station, this station apparently connected to several more roads, so people that didn't participate in the race also

came and went everywhere.

This caused the increase in sales from any small shop in here, which quickly expanded into larger shops, and then more people came, forming a small village around the station, mostly

to sell products.

"Anyways, Drake, do you know where my armor is?" asked Carl.

"Ah, my daughter has it," said Drake. "Kate wanted to analyze it, she'll also repair it and

modify it so it can be used as an actual armor, because before it was more like some sort of

part of your body, right?"

"She can do that?!" Carl asked.

"She can do a lot! Haha!"