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

Hamon donned a clear grimace as he stood at the head of the large war table. He ran the calculations multiple times but each time the result was less than fortuitous.

Reaching the fourth day alone with their current forces and the estimated increase in enemies seemed almost impossible. Hamon had been present in over half a dozen monster stampedes and was in charge of the last two not including this one yet never before had the situation been so dire.

Their supplies which had been horded well in advance for a predicted hard stampede were pretty much gone, Frost's gift was but a drop in the ocean. Sure, their smiths were hard at work pumping out new ammunition, equipment and salves out of the innumerable corpses being supplied to them, but such work took time, and they were using them up far faster than they could make them even with their sparing measures.

Chapter 465: The solar dawn