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

----- 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Thor and Baldr’s idea might be their last hope to restore Gungnir’s true power.

But was Drake willing to pay the price?

"..."

He clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him.

"Fine! Damn it! But I won’t let you die, got it?!" Drake growled. "We’ll finish this fast! Augustus, let’s start now!"

"Yes," Augustus replied calmly. "We’ll need your niece’s help."

"Mine?" Helena asked, stepping forward. "Of course! Let me help!"

"Her power will infuse the weapon with the essence Odin once wielded," Augustus explained to Drake. "With that, it will pierce through Concepts—both Fantasy and Null, those of Yggdrasil and Earth alike."

"...I see," Drake nodded. "How long will this take?"

"A minute at most!" Augustus declared. "If I give it everything!"

RUMBLE!

Augustus unleashed his Forging Dominion through the mechanical titan, using it as his new vessel. The titan manifested a colossal hammer, seizing the fragments of Drake’s weapon and melting them in divine flames.

"Prepare yourselves. You two will enter the metal once I shape it!" Augustus commanded, swinging his elemental hammer down.

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

Surtr lent his Heavenly Smith Unique Skill and Archetype, hammering alongside Rakasha, who contributed as much as she could. Drake channeled the strongest flames possible, aided by Muspel and Logi.

From a distance, Loki watched with growing irritation as they attempted something unexpected again.

"Whatever you’re planning, it’s pointless, you know~?"

Loki’s laughter echoed through all his bodies as they pointed their wands, relentlessly striking the barriers and shattering many.

The dragons roared, pushing themselves to their limits with breaths and magic, desperately holding back the cloned army.

The massive root of Yggdrasil loomed behind them, visible through the enormous crack they had created after defeating Oberon.

They could not let Loki reach it, or everything would be lost forever.

"This is going nowhere. We can’t waste time just forging a weapon!" Skadi growled in frustration. "Hey, Drake! Can I borrow your portal skill?"

"What?" Drake asked, confused.

"I have reinforcements I can summon! They’ve been trying to contact you this whole time, but your ascension seems to have severed the connection to your soul," Skadi explained.

"Okay? Sure!" Drake said, too focused on the weapon. "I’ll grant you access by implanting a spark in your soul. I think you can handle only one, though."

"That’s all I need!" Skadi nodded. She stepped out of the robot, with Belle quickly following.

"So what’s the plan? Who are you bringing?" Belle asked.

"You stay inside the robot!" Skadi ordered.

"Nah, I’m not into that. I’ll fight out here. I’m a dragon too, you know?!" Belle roared, transforming back into her dragon form. She unleashed dream magic and dragon breaths, helping the others destroy Loki’s clones faster.

Many dragons wondered who this new ally was, unaware it was the fox venerable. Her element was something entirely unknown.

"Hmph, do as you please!" Skadi flew to an open area, channeling her powers and drawing from Drake’s vast Primordial Energy pool. It seemed endless, barely affected by everything he had used. "Now... come!"

FLUOSH! FLUOSH! FLUOSH!

Three enormous portals opened. The Ice Queen forged connections to three mighty beings within Yggdrasil, summoning them and their armies.

RUMBLE!

Their footsteps shook the world. Their presences cracked the ground. Each radiated an aura that surpassed the primordial mothers individually.

There were only three of them, far fewer than the dragon mothers, but their sheer power compensated for their lack of numbers. Unlike dragons, their kind was nearly extinct, with only a few survivors scattered across existence.

The Ice Queen was one of those rare survivors.

"Those are...!"

Drake instantly understood Skadi’s plan. He had indeed lost his connection to them upon receiving the crown. It had severed whatever bond he once shared—a drawback to his incredible new powers.

"Well, well, you finally called us! I thought you never would, Drake!"

"We had to ask the little Ice Queen for help to get here."

"Aaah, it feels good to have a physical body outside the Records again. Helheim is truly remarkable!"

Three immense beings stepped forward, their auras overwhelming—dozens of times stronger than the primordial mothers of their elements.

They had died long ago in the war, yet their souls endured within the Records. In Helheim, Hel’s authority granted bodies to all souls.

One was a burly giant with red skin, wielding twin blazing swords. Red glowing tattoos covered his body, and large black horns curved from his forehead.

The second was a beautiful titan with blue skin, long silvery-white hair, and golden eyes. She carried a spear of primordial ice, her body adorned with white tattoos. Ice-crystal horns on her forehead shimmered beautifully.

The third was the largest, twice the size of the others. His skin was encased in hard stone and minerals, with short silvery-white hair and gentle yellow eyes that belied his calm smile.

His arms were massive, almost as large as his torso, rippling with muscles that seemed capable of reshaping the world.

Behind them marched their children: Fire Titans, Ice Titans, and Mountain Titans.

They embodied Ymir’s three primal elements: Fire, Ice, and Stone.

And they were...

"Surtr."

"Skadi."

"Vilive."

The Ice Queen spoke their names as the three Primordial Titans—direct children of Ymir himself—stepped into this battle of divine proportions.

RUMBLE!

The ground trembled beneath their mighty forms and their armies of colossal allies. Titans were naturally taller than dragons and physically superior.

While dragons boasted numbers, scales, claws, fangs, breath, wings, and magic, Titans were simpler: immense muscles, skin tougher than scales, and unmatched skill with weapons.

Their primal elements fueled straightforward yet devastating techniques.

A Fire Titan would always overpower a Fire Dragon, just as a Mountain Titan could crush an Earth Dragon with ease.

They existed on another level, though their numbers were limited to a few hundred while dragons numbered in the tens of thousands.

Yet Titans remained formidable behemoths, ancient protectors of the world.

Now, they had come to defend it one final time.

"Thank you for coming!" The Ice Queen bowed her head.

"No need to bow, my dear," Skadi said gently. "Thank you for bringing us here."

"So Loki’s back, I take it?" Surtr asked with a grin. "That sleazy bastard! Still trying to destroy our world?"

"It appears so, brother," Vilive replied, eyeing the hundreds of clones. "This is quite troublesome..."

"The Titans are here!" Hel announced.

"I can’t believe it! Who summoned them?!" Vana exclaimed.

"The Ice Queen—she had the connection!" Asga said.

"Amazing! They’re the toughest around!" Ran cheered.

"Ah, look at them. Remember when they were just little dragon pups? Haha, time flies! Hello there!" Vilive waved his enormous hand at the dragon mothers. "We’ve come to help, girls!"

"Vilive...!" Asga whispered. "He’ll be invaluable!"

"Will he?" a young light dragon asked. "I don’t know him, but he’s huge!"

"He is the primordial father of all Mountain Titans, my son," Asga explained. "Without doubt, he’s stronger than all of us."

"W-What?!" The younger dragons gasped in shock.

To them, no one surpassed the primordial mothers... perhaps Drake now, as the Dragon King.

Yet here stood a being whose raw physical power could rival—even slightly exceed—Drake’s, even after his ascension.

He possessed no flashy techniques or overwhelming magic.

Just pure, unyielding strength.

As Ymir’s eldest son and first child.

"Let’s see..."

Vilive gazed at Loki’s clones and stepped beyond the barrier. Loki laughed mockingly.

"Vilive! Perfect! I’ll show you I’ve finally gained the power to destroy you all! Vanish! {Void Chaos}!"

Hundreds of clones conjured black spheres and hurled them at Vilive. The Mountain Titan Father stood motionless as the attacks struck.

TRUUUM!

An invisible pressure twisted the magic, consuming it until it dissipated into white smoke.

"W-What?!"

Loki’s eyes widened. He had believed his magic strong enough by now.

Yet...

"Ah, you’re all like flies. So annoying."

RUMBLE!

Vilive swung his giant arms forward, then horizontally.

Half of Loki’s clones vanished instantly.

Just like that.

The sheer force of his strike unraveled their magical structure completely.

"B-Bastard...!"

Loki gritted his teeth in fury. Then he felt warmth and cold at his back.

His eyes widened. Skadi and Surtr stood right behind him.

Skadi’s spear thrust forward. Surtr’s swords slashed down.

"{Perfect Counter}!"

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

BOOOM!

"Hah!"

"Not bad."

Skadi and Surtr were pushed back as their attacks reversed against them. Their hands roughened slightly, but they drew no blood.

Worse, Loki and his clones began freezing and burning simultaneously. He had countered the direct blows, but the elemental aftereffects still struck.

"Thank you, little siblings. You’re the best I could ask for!"

Vilive charged forward, eyes opening fully for the first time. They glowed with golden light as his body radiated power. Giant yellow crystals charged with primordial energy emerged across his form.

"{Mountain Carving}"

Using his enormous fingers, Vilive struck Loki and his clones simultaneously, digging motions that shook ground and sky alike.

TRUUM! TRUUM! TRUUM!

"AAAACK?!"

Loki screamed in pain and frustration. His Perfect Counter activated, negating direct damage, but massive rocks pummeled his body. He stood two hundred meters tall, yet before Vilive, he seemed like a child.

"Oh, that’s something. You’ve developed quite the spell, Loki."

Vilive examined his burly arm as steam rose from it. The counter had cracked the surface slightly, but he sealed the damage with a thought.

Unlike Drake, whose arms would explode under the full force of his own reflected power, Titans were different.

Not only were they incredibly dense and resilient, but their power output perfectly matched their bodies. Drake’s strength exceeded what his frame could withstand.

His incredible regeneration was the only reason he had survived this long.

It was clear that even after mastering his powers, it would take him many years—perhaps tens of thousands—to fully grow and develop his body into a perfect vessel capable of containing all that power.

"You’re the perfect training dummy! How about you dance with us a while, old jester?" Surtr grinned, stepping forward.

"I’ve dreamed of this moment my entire life," Skadi said coldly. "Time to avenge Father."

"We’ll buy Drake all the time he needs. Bear with us, will you?" Vilive smiled gently, though his eyes remained sharp and deadly, radiating an ominous aura.

"D-Damn it! Stay away from me! I have plenty more where that came from! {Abyssal Void}! {Crescent Sun}! {Eternal Flood}!"

Loki unleashed three Primordial Spells. Black void, scorching suns, and endless floods surged toward the Titans battling his clones.

RUMBLE!

FLUOSH!

BOOOM!

Vilive punched the void apart. Skadi froze the suns solid. Surtr evaporated the floods in bursts of flame. The three siblings worked in perfect harmony.

Loki kept conjuring spells, desperately trying to reach them, but the Primordial Titans endured with barely a scratch. Their resilience was unmatched. Though they couldn’t defeat him outright, they held him in a perfect stalemate.

"They’re buying time for that bastard! This isn’t part of my plan! If Drake finishes whatever he’s making... it won’t be so easy anymore!"

Loki gritted his teeth and smiled. He touched the black, heart-shaped crystal embedded in his chest.

"I suppose to fight Titans... I’ll just use my own."

"What?!"

"You mean...?"

"Hm? Oh!"

Skadi, Surtr, and Vilive tensed as Loki pierced the crystal—his heart. It didn’t shatter. His hand passed through, pulling out a black shadow.

"Come out, my children... God-Eating Wolf, Fenrir! World-Devouring Serpent, Jormungandr!"

Loki’s chest split into a black void. From within emerged a gigantic serpent and a ferocious black wolf bound in chains, red eyes blazing.

"SHYAAAAAAH!"

"AWOOOOO!"

Both beasts grew rapidly. Fenrir matched Skadi and Surtr’s size. Jormungandr rivaled Vilive’s immense stature.

They were Loki’s children, born long ago from Ancient Titan blood and his own essence. Calamities created to slay gods, they had aided him in killing Odin alongside Pandemonium and Chaos.

"I thought they died ages ago! Didn’t Thor strike down the serpent?!" Surtr roared.

"And I’m certain Odin killed the wolf," Vilive said grimly.

"It seems that wasn’t the case..." Skadi muttered.

"Their souls were bound to mine. When I returned, they naturally followed. They’re my pride and joy! And they’re thrilled to have fresh prey! Go, my children. Feast!"

Loki unleashed the two monstrous Titan beasts. Jormungandr hissed, purple scales shimmering as it opened massive jaws lined with deadly fangs.

"HMPH!"

Vilive punched the serpent’s face. Black blood splattered across his fists—miasma that slightly weakened him.

"SHAAAAH!"

The snake bit his arms, but his stone and steel skin repelled the venom. He hammered its head repeatedly until its eyes bled.

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

Realizing it couldn’t penetrate his hide, Jormungandr coiled around him swiftly, locking Vilive in place and preventing him from interfering with Loki’s plans.

"Ugh! Haha! Quite the beast, Loki! Definitely made to match me, huh?"

Vilive’s eyes blazed with golden light. His aura flared as his body grew even larger.

"However... I haven’t slacked off a single day since my death. I’ve trained my soul for this moment, knowing it would come!"

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