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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

"What the fuck is that!?" Loudly bellowed Frost as he covered his ears with both hands.

The roar that reverberated across the region was so loud and so heavily laced with aura that blood dripped from his ears, just the monster's voice alone was akin to a sonic attack.

Kiba who was desperately flying with all he had literally froze for a second or two. His muscles fully contracting in response to the overwhelming fear and bloodlust contained with the mighty roar.

The bird shaped monsters that were hounding after the two of them were no different, their shadowy forms halted in position as all colour drained from their faces and the blood held within their bodies ran cold.

The whole dynamic changed in but a single moment, a desperate running, a chase of prey was brought to a standstill.

Fear, unmitigated fear and oppression.

Chapter 759: Beware of the skies (2)