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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 562: Dungeon delving (6)

The muscular axemen who thought themselves invincible charged into the boss room on the fifth floor without an ounce of forethought. They couldn't comprehend the possibility of a monster not falling under their axes. An endeavour that ended in the worst way possible. 

The boss room held on the fifth floor was home to a devasting pair of monsters that guarded access to the far more perilous levels down below. Those incapable of felling two frost drakes didn't deserve to delve any deeper. 

This room was frequently covered in blood, the stench never fully receding before the next party recklessly attempted to charge their way through. 

If the muscular axemen had thought retrospectively for just a moment they likely wouldn't have entered into a wanton slaughter. A frost drake's hide was near impervious to physically obsessed adventurers like themselves. Their once hallowed axes barely made a dent in the creature's mighty scales.