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

Their bodies coated with a glue the same color as the soil, they were firmly stuck in place.


Most Goblins did not have the luxury of wearing shoes, and once stuck, it was very difficult to break free.


They were simply pushed to the ground by their comrades behind them and became stepping stones for others.


A ten-meter-wide glue trap was forcefully flattened by a pile of Goblins, requiring far fewer of them compared to the earlier pits.


They had hardly rushed forward a few steps when the Goblins in front vanished again.


Another row of pits appeared before them, different from the earlier ones, these were magical traps, with magic disguise.


Even when Goblins fell into them, the magical disguise wasn't destroyed, still obscuring the exact location of the pits.


The Gnolls of the Blackwell Tribe should no longer be called the Gnoll Tribe, but rather the Mole Tribe, for their excessive digging capabilities.


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