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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.

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Chapter 91: Assaulting the compound (12)

"Bleerghhh," the goon spat up a fountain of blood and viscera when the glaive rammed through his chest, eviscerating his heart, leaving him no chance for survival. 

The goon looked up at his killer in anger, he grabbed onto the glaive with his remaining strength hoping to pin down Frost for a moment more. As long as he held Frost in place, his comrades could attack at once and avenge him. Like a loyal soldier he would complete his mission.

With the goon's desperate grabbing of his glaive, Frost was filled with respect, but it didn't prevent his next action.

Riiiiiiiiip!

He forcibly tore his glaive from its victim, generating a bone chilling sound as well as scream from the goon but still he held on, his eyes filled with determination. And his actions had paid off.

That extra millisecond of time it took Frost to pull out his glaive was enough for the second archer and the axe thrower to move.