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

"Mr. Gaven, you are truly impressive. In such a short time, you managed to train them to this extent. So many Goblins couldn't withstand their first charge," Anna, equally eager to try, watched the war scene below. It made the Maiden Priestess' blood boil with excitement, her eyes sparkling.


Before Gaven could reply, Artolia on his shoulder scoffed first, "What's there to boast about defeating a rabble? It was just the simplest charge tactic. Except for the formation which is still somewhat neat, they have a long way to go before they can be considered an army. They will need much stricter training," she declared.


Not willing to concede, the Maiden Priestess argued, "How long have we been in the Rocklands? Ten days ago, these Gnolls had just put down their mining picks and picked up Long Spears. They couldn't even march in formation, and now, maintaining formation during a charge is already quite an achievement. I think Miss Artolia's expectations are too high."


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