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

Frost's perception of time slowed down to a crawl as he saw the four massive Skarpions attack from all four directions.

Their use of aura, their timing and the still ongoing attacks of their lesser kin made their sudden ambush truly threatening.

The chakra armour he just finished forming would barely last a single second against such a well-coordinated attack.

His mind analysed the situation as fast as possible, churning through possibilities and eventually coming to a disappointing conclusion.

'We can't withstand it.' No matter what action he took, whether he charged to one side and attacked or dramatically increased his defences one of them would suffer a severe, debilitating injury at the very least.

And to be wounded to such a degree here, was a literal death sentence.

Chapter 758: Beware of the skies