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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 his coin purse threatening to burst at the seams Frost jaunted over to the merchant's quarter in search of fine liquors and monster meat. He planned to use 4 of the gold coins for their celebration leaving the remaining 30 to be split evenly between himself, Borris and Avira.

Once the merchants learned of his generous budget they immediately started to pawn their wares, desperately trying to catch his favour. Unfortunately his only interest was in food and liquor leaving many depressed and downtrodden.

"Oh great did you remember the booze?" Borris asked the moment Frost walked in the door, his back leaning against a soft chair while his feet rested next to the magic furnace, all he need now was a hard spirit and a cigar and he'd be golden.

"Welcome back, did you trade in the iceborne huntsman's fang?" Following Borris' voice was one belonging to a young woman.

Chapter 682: Hidden talents