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

Chapter 55: Who is the Master? Who is the Servant?


The moment Gaven made his decision, the Spirit Crystal Sphere began to move violently, stretching, shaping, and then solidifying.


The perfect proportions of her figure, slender yet muscular contours, even the female features were comprehensive, including dazzling long golden hair, which was braided and pinned up, especially the tuft of stubborn hair on the top of her head—all were lifelike, vividly see-through. On the crystal-clear body, one could even discern the textures of the skin; overall, she was a little over seventeen centimeters tall.


This was not a Spirit Crystal version of a figurine; it was more like a human shrunk down to one-tenth size, only the skin still had the unique luster of crystal.


If one looked closely, the face of the Spirit Crystal Servant bore three or four parts resembling Zalanda's spirit.


Chapter 55 Who is the Master? Who is the Servant? (Please follow and read)_1