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Dungeon of Niflheim

On hiatus until November 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 · Fantasi
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730 Chs

Chapter 373: The mid stages (3)

"They're here" Frost uttered while pointing to the dungeon's entrance.

The first wave of the mid stages, a wave containing approximately 100 enemies and each a fair bit stronger than what they'd encountered previously.

"Squeeeaaaaalll!!" As everyone's focus was drawn to the dungeon's entrance a loud pig like squeal could be heard, or rather a boar like squeal. 

The ground trembled as a horde of muscular boars charged through the narrow entrance, straight into the prepared kill box. Like before their eyes were blood red, veins violently throbbing across their bodies, completely in a maddened state. 

F-rank winter boars were at the forefront, their tough hides struggling to squeeze into the narrow gap, pushing against the ice walls. 

E-rank frost tusked boars followed behind them, their enlarged ice encrusted tusks looking incredibly menacing and if given the opportunity would quite easily sink into the prepared ice walls.