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

They had been exploited by this guy for over a year now, and several of their tribe had been devoured by him. To say they bore no grudge against him was impossible.


Especially Gos, every interaction with him was fraught with dread, fearing that he would bite off his head as a snack, just like he did with the previous Blackwell Leader.


Now that the tables had turned and he was in their hands, it was natural to want to get some payback, crush him, crush him, crush him.


The Gnoll previously singled out by Gos, seeing that Gos was fine, immediately sprang into action, volunteering to run over, grab a horse brush, and join in the grand endeavor of scrubbing.


Regardless of whether they were Goblins or Gnolls, these small humanoid races were oppressed by larger creatures most of the time, accumulating a great deal of dissatisfaction deep in their hearts. Given the chance, they thoroughly enjoyed bullying larger creatures, venting years of accumulated hatred and malice.


Chapter 43 Picking Up Trash Can Lead to Wealth_1