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

There was another hundred meters to go.


The Gnolls on top of the city seemed to be frightened into stupidity, with no reaction whatsoever.


Not a single stone from the common Gnoll slinging was seen, and many Goblins at the front had already started swinging their slings.


Just one second before the Goblins' slings were about to be deployed, the one at the very front suddenly disappeared from sight.


Only the sounds of thuds and agonizing screams could be heard from below.


Those following closely behind, realizing something was wrong and attempting to stop, were too late and also fell into the pits.


The lucky ones landed on open ground, while the unlucky ones were impaled on the wooden spikes angled towards the sky, dying on the spot.


"Stop, stop, there are pits here, lots of pits..."


"Don't charge forward anymore, don't charge anymore, there are traps ahead..."


Chapter 93: Who Approves? Who Disagrees?_3