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?

"….Will the answer make me want to snap you in two?" Shivali threateningly asked, the smile on his lips teeming with malevolence as he cracked his knuckles and surrounded Frost with a bone crushing pressure. A pressure that promised death if the answer given was anything but ideal.


Feeling the familiar stench of death and a tightness clamping around his neck Frost loudly gulped as started to think about how to answer such a convoluted question.


'Well, in for a bronze in for a gold' He chose to be honest even if it would end up landing him in hot water.


Chapter 886 - Chapter 886: Trying to avoid the death penalty (2)