Sword_immortal1

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

The war ursa continued to smile madly, baring its bloody fangs at Findlay. His weapon was now history, what was he supposed to fight it with now? That ice spike served only good at further damaging already mangled flesh. Useless against bone and quite likely its resilient fur.

Findlay clenched his teeth and fists drawing blood from his fingers. He was truly enraged by the loss of his weapon but not because he was powerless without it but for sentimental reasons. That weapon was with him since creation and went through an evolution the same time he did, there was a strong bond between the two. He was emotional but unfortunately this was neither the time nor the place.

"huuuuuu" Findlay let out a restrained breath, calming his emotions before bringing up the dungeon menu. The war ursa had given him a moments reprieve so as to gloat; he'd be stupid to not utilise such a time effectively.

Chapter 432: War ursa (6)