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

Khione stood unguarded, her spear harmlessly resting against her body while her eyes remained in a constant state of mild glow. The effects of time dilation had been removed but the sphere of influence that radiated around her remained.

With a playful expression on her face and a small smile on her lips Khione ordered Frost to attack her with his glaive.

"You want me to attack you?" Frost had to admit that the idea of clubbing Khione a few times with his glaive brought him a great sense of joy, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew full well about her distaste towards him and felt that him making a clear attack against would give her more than enough justification to punish him.

"Hahahaha relax if I wanted to break you I would have done it already." Khione found his wariness rather funny. "Just attack me with your glaive Frost so I can show you the prowess of my family's spear arts." She then yawned in an exaggerated manner, taunting him, poking at his pride.

Chapter 779: Niflheim royal family spear arts (2)