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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 · Fantasi
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703 Chs

Chapter 501: Prayers

"Kyackkyackkyackkyack" The demon manically laughed as he endured the hate filled gaze of the barely breathing Hamon. An insidious ear reaching smile adorned his face as his heart was filled with joy. He relished in their despair, their hatred, their pain, a delicacy of great renown. However all meals must eventually come to an end.

The hellscape he summoned dragged soul after soul into its depths, leaving only the strongest survivors to battle with evil spirits, resisting their pulling and tearing. 

His eyes drifted across the remaining elites, Maggie who was at death's door, Vaccos who fervently defended her from the enemy and of course Douglas who's weapon had been shattered, his armour cracked and was currently held in the air by the jaws of a t-rex as Frostine readied a mighty spell to end the tenacious viscount. His heart couldn't help but tremble in joy at the sight of that nasty light aspected armour crumbling apart and falling from Douglas's body.