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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

"Haaaaa finally we're out!" A tall woman with a very muscular physique loudly announced as she and three other woman with similar physiques left the Dungeon and returned to the Camp after a 3 day delve that saw them reach all the way to the 9th floor.

"I'm going to need to bathe for a week to get all the blood, gore and stains out of me." A second woman trembled all over as she sniffed under her arms finding the smell truly revolting for someone who cared very deeply about cleanliness.

Despite the use of cleaning magic there was just some things that needed a good old fashioned scrub to get rid of.

"Bathing will have to wait girls; we've got loot to unload and a quest to turn in." The leader of these amazonian women was the last to exit and she stood at least half a head taller than the others and was at least 15% more muscular.

Chapter 634: Fierce operation (2)