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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 a calm gaze Avira took in the movements of the iceborne huntsman, not letting its horrifying appearance affect her concentration in the slightest.

Her previous aggression and inefficient movements had drained her stamina, she would only have a few chances to land a blow great enough to prove her worth and impress the young man watching over her.

'1 2 3' she counted in her head and only moved once she reached 3, narrowly evading one of the iceborne huntsman's leg thrusts. She was now even closer to the monster, so close that she could make out the individual hairs on its skin and smell the revolting, acidic odour emanating from its fangs. Her nose couldn't help but curl up in disgust but still she continued.

Chapter 679: Iceborne Huntsman (5)