Eternal Night Knight

Here is Felen.
In this world, myriad intelligent races nurture the tree of life, with humans merely on the ascent.
Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Demi-Humans, Sea Elves, Merfolk—all inhabit their secluded island cities, while the wilderness teems with settlements of Goblins, Hobgoblins, Orcs, Jackalweres, Gnolls, and diverse Monster Tribes.
Each intelligent race meticulously tends to their affairs for survival and the perpetuation of their kind.
From the Fairy Wilderness to the Shadow Plane, the Ether Plane, and the Starry Realm—countless planes entwine with the Material Plane, blending seamlessly.
In their God Kingdoms, the Gods scheme and vie for worship, manipulating all beings as pawns in their cosmic game.
Within the depths of the Hell Abyss, devils and demons whisper, lusting after mortal souls.
An ancient evil lies dormant, awaiting the world's descent into another cycle of chaos.
The echoes of the Giant Empire still resonate across this ancient land.
The colossal shadows of Giant Dragons still darken the skies of this realm.
Gaven, the Legendary Warrior reborn, assumes the mantle of Fate Reshaper, threading through the fissures of destiny. With his prophetic foresight, he charts a careful and strategic path, shaping a future of his own making and averting impending tragedy.
Gaven embarks on an unorthodox journey of magic farming—Gnolls mine for him, Fairies tend his fields, and Giants lead his charges. For indeed, Magic Farming is the true road to supremacy.
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In this Lord's tale of Magic Farming, the narrative may unfold slowly, so please extend a measure of patience and support.
Preparation is extensive, with a swift writing pace, ample drafts in reserve, and an unwavering commitment to integrity.

Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

Gaven guessed correctly; indeed, there was a graveyard of cargo trucks here, some of them still quite fresh, probably abandoned only a few months ago.


Some were half-sunk into the muddy ground, half-rotted, covered in various fungi. Those, for the most part, were of no repair value—to use them for firewood would be considered too much of a hassle.


Others had been dismantled, leaving only a skeletal frame behind; it was hard to tell whether other merchant caravans had taken parts or whether the nearby Lizardfolk had dismantled them for use as firewood.


A rough estimate would put at least a hundred trucks here with some repair value.


Gaven's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he took a bold step forward, shielding Anna behind him, gripping his Hand Cannon in one hand and resting his hand on his Longsword with another, he shouted at someone not too far away, "Who's there? Come out!"


Chapter 35 The Hiring from the Lizardfolk_1