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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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705 Chs

Chapter 550: The Convoy Bulwark

Thankfully the Convoy Bulwark's clients were more than happy to take shelter within Frost's territory, they too had had enough of camping outside and having to defend their merchandise from all angles.

"Lord Frost, pleasure to make your acquaintance." A rather rotund dwarf that was garbed in luxurious clothes and outfitted with lots of jewellery greeted Frost in a respectful manner. "My name is Artun and I'm the leader of this large merchant convoy." 

"It's nice to meet you Mr Artun, I hope my humble establishment here can allow you some much needed rest." Frost shook the dwarf's hand with an almost twitching smile. Artun was the stereotypical rich, pompous merchant who always enjoyed showing off his wealth while at the same time behaving in respectful manner, launching hidden jabs that couldn't be called out.

"I'm sure your accommodations will suffice; it can't be worse than camping outside after all."