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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

After their exchange of claw skills ended in a stalemate Frost ended up before the war ursa's snout with his glaive primed and ready for a deadly strike.

His speed was astounding but nothing the war ursa hadn't seen before. It reoriented its remaining fore paw and its summoned red energy claws to attack Frost's current position. A deadly attack if it reached the target and if not at least Frost would be prevented from going ahead with his own attack.

Frost however sported a smirk, his eyes not even wavering for a second as he watched the war ursa take a swing at him.

"[Ice spike]" Frost called out the name of a 2nd circle spell and a magic crest rapidly formed on the floor between him and the rapidly approaching paw.

Thinking that a mere 2nd circle spell would be able to block the red claws or even delay it for a fraction of a second was an impossibility, but Frost wasn't aiming for that.

Chapter 435: War ursa (9)