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In the grand world of Nova, many different races exist such as elves, humans, dwarves and beastmen and through years of war, strife and competition the world has grown, becoming home to great empires and countries throughout the oceans and five continents. However, to the great creators the world has become stagnant and boring, ever since the calamity that was the Church of Light and their Holy White empire.

Now the Dark God has created a new race after years upon years of dedicated effort. A species that is like none other and his hope for Nova’s future….Dungeon cores, beings that have the ability to reshape the very world itself, entering the domain of the gods.

Join Frost a newly born first generation Dungeon core as he embarks upon his journey within Nova and carves out his place in the world. How will the world’s current denizens react to his birth? Will they be friends or foes? And most of all how the Light God react to this new addition to the world, will he accept them or seek to destroy them?

This novel incorporates dungeon building and management but most of that won't fully take off until the later volumes when Frost has much more floors and money to play around with. This is not a solely dungeon story as the MC Frost will have to explore and interact with the world of Nova much like how an adventurer would and forewarning the story is slow. There's a lot of details and avenues which the story goes into, not simply battles, wars and action, it follows all aspects of Frost's life, his growth and interactions with Nova not only as a Dungeon core but also as a person.

Dungeon of Niflheim

With their goals set and Frost receiving the two kids' confirmation the group, now two larger started to head out of the vault.

"What the hell happened here?" Frost asked in amazement as he took in the incredible scene laid out before him. Luna and the kids had similar reactions.

The group had arrived in what was the once the arena room where they came across Drogan, Rock and Jin. What was once a large circular open space with smooth solid ground was now the epitome of a disaster area. Massive craters and scars replaced what was once the floor. Thick holes were in the ceiling showing the interior of the second basement and an arrangement of what appeared to be blue flower patterns were burned/melted into the walls. Not to mention what looked like a pool of magma in the middle of the room.

The group of four then craned their heads over to the older gentleman who was sporting a proud smile on his face as he enjoyed the sights.

Chapter 113: Returning to the surface