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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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Chapter 398: Unique monster creation (9)

"Thank you Lady Nanna, we'll endure till then." The frost troll lieutenant replied while thumping his chest. 

Ten minutes was neither a long nor a short time when it came to the battlefield, but it was the time they were given so he had to make it work. 

An endless cacophony of ice spells and wails erupted from the frontline. Ghosts were repeatedly pushed back into the deluge by the elementals and revenants, the frontline continued to hold in a fragile state. The wraiths were still nowhere to be seen but Loki was keeping his eyes peeled and reporting on their movements every 60 seconds. 

The reapers and similarly ranked ghosts continued to amass, the horde conjugating in the middle of the winter forest. Whatever they managed to kill seemed to be replaced a moment later.