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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 · Fantasia
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733 Chs

Chapter 290: The B.F.G

Lola and her mother simply smiled gently as the kids eagerly led Frost out of the manor, finding it rather adorable.

"Come then Lola, there's lots we need to discuss heheheh." Yarrow placed his muscular arm around his daughter's shoulders as if preventing her escape. Chia did much the same, leaning over and clamping her arm against her chest. At a simple look it appeared as though a loving couple were leading their daughter gracefully into another room but if one looked closer, passed the smiles and happy faces it was more reminiscent of a convict being walked to the gallows. Lola felt a strong sense of regret in regards to her earlier gusto and promises in taking over her father's burden. She weakly looked behind hoping for her husband to come to her rescue, but he was already gone, chasing after the kids and Frost. She felt like crying, powerless to resist as she was escorted into an office.