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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 · Fantasie
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750 Chs

Chapter 285: Secret hobby

As the rest of the group entered the mayor's bedroom they couldn't help but freeze in shock, before stifling their own laughter. Even Sam couldn't help but cover his mouth and giggle as he looked to the side.

Yarrow sat on his bed with an aggrieved expression. His entire face was swollen like a pigs head making him look very comical. A generous gift from his wife's loving touch earlier. No permanent or even lasting damage but certainly graphic in appearance. Like a well smacked bottom that expanded and shone red. 

Lola continued laugh out loud, tears pouring from her eyes as she pointed in a ridiculing manner, not leaving her father any face. His already red and swollen face grew a deeper shade as his anger boiled. Flames of fury filled his eyes as he looked over at the elegant rabbit woman that walked in last. She even had the nerve to giggle quietly when she was the one that caused his current state in the first place.