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

"Okay... got it!" Anna hastily responded, her hands fumbling as she hurriedly prepared the Healing Divine Art.


Not only were the Gnolls watching wide-eyed, but so was the Maiden Priestess.


She knew that Gaven's hand-to-hand combat skills were very strong, but she had not expected them to be this formidable.


In the midst of battle, Gaven looked as though he was dancing—a dance upon the blade's edge.


The Giant Wooden Club in the Ogre's hands seemed thicker and longer than his own body; if hit by it, one would certainly be smashed into meat paste, and her Healing Divine Art might not even have a chance to come into play.


But whenever the Giant Wooden Club was about to strike, Gaven would often step to the right, jump to the left, or even roll on the spot, dodging it with ease, each time precisely predicting the attack's point of impact.


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