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

This grand project took Gaven and his team more than two days.


During this time, he also drove the cart back with a load of miscellaneous things and summoned a small squad of Gnolls to work overtime.


But the rewards were rich, piles of Spirit Crystal Stones, as large as a head, not only enough to make the Spirit Crystal Servants but also with some to spare.


This indirectly confirmed Gaven's guess that there was a vein of Spirit Crystal Stones nearby, the exact location of which was still unknown; the only thing known was that it was in the hands of a Goblin Tribe.


Finding out which Goblin Tribe had control over it was not difficult; it merely required the Half-Ogre to stroll along the usual taxation route for this ten-day.


Gaven noted this task in his itinerary, then set off on the return journey grandly with the cart, the Half-Ogre carrying large and small bags, and two squads of Gnolls.


Chapter 44 The True Value of a Half-Ogre_1