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

Zuo Lang said indifferently, "Don't forget, you are not who you once were either. Now, not only do you have over a thousand Goblins, but you also have my clan. No matter how terrifying they are, they are still just one person, one Half-Ogre, who cannot break through your current defenses, provided that you have enough food. As long as you have enough food, you will be able to summon even more Goblins. By then, you will be the Goblin King, and they will have to bow before you instead."


The vision Zuo Lang painted made Andy, who was naturally a bit hunched, straighten his back involuntarily.


That's right, they were no longer that small tribe with just dozens of Goblins. They were now a large tribe with over twenty Goblin Wolf Cavalry and thousands of Goblins, not much different from the Gnolls of the Blackwell Tribe.


Now, the only thing to do was to rid themselves of the shackles around their necks.


Chapter 87: Framed_1