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Dungeon of Niflheim

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.

Sword_immortal1 · Fantasy
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758 Chs

Chapter 247: Offer of tutelage

Frost savoured the first spoonful as much he possibly could, even going to the extent of sucking on his teeth, not willing to waste a single drop. Before Sam could even get an answer from him about the quality of the dish, Frost started shovelling mouthful after mouthful down his throat. Frost's actions brought a smile to his face, there was no greater compliment than someone devouring the meal he cooked, Frost's actions were clear enough for an answer. Not one to stand on ceremony Sam joined his wife, to partake in their own bowls. They actions were far less course than Frost's which was ironic given the appearance of both sides.

Behind the rugged exterior of Sam and the experienced and wise eyes of Lola were two people of refinement and elegance.