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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.

Sword_immortal1 · Fantasy
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705 Chs

Chapter 502: Mighty reinforcements

The couatl carrying both Dalamar and Natalie flapped its feather wings and moved behind the northern wall so as to aid the large contingent of soldiers, mages and adventurers that entered the town from the southern gate. The horde's advancement into Furano was thus quickly stopped by these reinforcements, a brutal conflict ensuing in the streets and on top of the northern wall. Thankfully the support staff already made their way to the bunkers thus preventing an unnecessary bloodbath. 

"Hoh looks like he's still kicking." Dalamar muttered, a smile growing on his lips as he started chanting some 4th circle magic. His apprentice and granddaughter Natalie looked on in awe, blown away every time she got to witness her master's magnificent magic.

"[Piercing lances of azure fire]" After a short aria Dalamar waved his beautifully carved staff and summoned dozens of intricate blue magic crests upon the battlefield below.