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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.

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Chapter 413: Frost drakes (2)

Don!

After destroying the last remnants of the frost drakes' combined breath attack Frost fell to a half kneeling position, relying on his glaive to keep him upright. He was exhausted, frustrated, pissed off and excited all at the same time. 

Frost was stronger than the two mid C-rank frost drakes but with their teamwork and the fact that he needed to control the battle so as to protect his weaker forces they were at a stalemate.

Don! Don!

While Frost was breathing heavily, his body trembling from exhaustion the two mid C-rank Frost drakes mirrored his actions, collapsing to their knees and panting, they too were exhausted perhaps even more so than Frost. 

Across their armoured bodies massive deep cuts could be seen bleeding profusely. Their once impenetrable armour cracking and barely holding together as the softer flesh was exposed.