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

"Traitors, you bunch of traitors, roar!" the Half-Ogre fumed, hammering the ground with his once-treasured Nodular Gnarled Club, clang clang.


After collecting most of the taxes, he had regained his former prestige; no longer suppressed by Gaven, the fiery temper typical of Ogres was flowing back into him.


"Open the door, or I'll smash it to bits!" Roar threatened viciously.


Before the Half-Ogre could act, the rudimentary gate of the Goblin's camp swung open on its own.


From a distance, one could tell that he was as tall, if not taller, than the Half-Ogre, his build lean and towering, with astoundingly long arms nearly dragging on the ground. His fingernails were a dozen centimeters long, curved into arcs like dark, long Daggers; his skin was a dark green, with black tumors growing all over his broad back.


This Guardian of the Goblin Tribe was actually a Troll.


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