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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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734 Chs

Chapter 341: The refurbished manor

Grisham was part of the bear beastmen tribe like Jared Bando(The Major in the War Ursa battalion that Frost met shortly after entering the Glacial mountains), strong and powerful. He was currently carving up the corpse of a polar bear monster with incredible finesse as though its muscles and flesh were made of butter. 

Kamey didn't call him over the moment they arrived but chose to wait until Grisham was done carving so as to not interrupt his concentration. Frost was thus able to watch Grisham's deft movements with appreciation, finding the man to be very skilled with his blade. 

A few movements later Grisham was finished, and he noticed Kamey waiting quietly with a group he didn't recognise. He smiled lightly, appreciating her forethought in not interrupting him, she had learned from her mistakes.