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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
733 Chs

Chapter 470: Duelling the cyclops (2)

Frost quickly rose to a standing position. He spat out a dollop of blood and gripped his glaive firmly as he prepared to deal with the charging cyclops whose eyes had pretty been entirely engulfed by that blood red colour. It was in a complete state of madness.

The beast's massive stone club was raised up high by its still good arm and threatened to squash him like a bug.

Frost frowned and clenched his jaw as he kicked off against the ground, swiftly evading to the side of the easily telegraphed swing.

However once again the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and a strong feeling of danger gripped his heart. This time the target wasn't the back of his head but his weight bearing right leg so he could see the attack coming as well as the attacker.