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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 448: The Furano battlefield (5)

Frost took the position of a mid-ranged attacker while leaving the mana coated Hamon to face off against the rindar in close combat, curious to see the capabilities of this fabled colonel.

"Hehehehehe" Hamon chuckled as a mad smile began forming on his lips.

Don! Don! 

He slammed his fists together causing a bright red mana to cover them and form strange runic shapes along his arms and back before he outstretched his left hand and beckoned or rather taunted the rindar to come at him.

The rindar nearly burst a blood vessel as his fury skyrocketed.

"Ahhhhhh!" He roared out before charging straight for Hamon, all four of his fists tightly clenched and reeled back. The leading rindar didn't have a weapon like his younger siblings instead relying on the strength and durability of his own body. 

Scales extended along his arms and fists enhancing their size and power in a far less crude transformation than the youngest rindar.