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

The rolling stones that came tumbling down the hillside ranged from the size of millstones to that of fists.


The former were like meat grinders; anything in their path, be it a single Goblin or a pair, was reduced to an indiscernible mess of flesh and blood once crushed by these stones.


The latter acted as heavy stone projectiles, breaking whatever they struck. Those unfortunate enough to be hit in the head or chest were either killed on the spot or left gasping their last breaths with no chance to recover.


"Collapsing Beasts, this is the hunting ground of the Collapsing Beasts, damn it, those gnolls deliberately set us up." Blood Claw's face turned an ashen gray.


They had been so preoccupied with their excitement that they failed to realize they had stepped into the hunting grounds of the Collapsing Beasts.


Chapter 63: Switching Beams and Pillars (Seeking Follow-up Reads)_1