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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 404: Ronsos (2)

Nanna and Loki looked at one another and smiled before redirecting their attention to the dungeon screen. If Frost said that there was nothing to worry about then there was nothing to worry about.

Back on the battlefield Khuno remained trapped within the blood cocoon, locked in tight as the black death blades formed and threatened to pierce through the cocoon.

The wraith appeared to be faltering slightly, its ghostly form flickering and growing more transparent. This spell was a tall ask for it to cast.

The frost toll lieutenant noticing its struggle stood up straight before yelling at the top of his lungs.

"One of you attack the wraith while its focused on casting!" He looked towards the nearest set of Ronsos who turned their heads in his direction. 

"No need"