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

This was the suggestion proposed by Chief Gaven, to not launch a full-scale war against the harpies right off the bat, but rather conduct small-scale hunts.


First, to validate the lethality of psychic bullets against the harpies through real combat and to collect more detailed data.


Facts had repeatedly proven that this skill was extremely effective against the crude and obtuse harpies, rendering them unconscious for at least eight counts, and sometimes even a dozen or more.


Second, to weaken the overall strength of the harpies as much as possible; with one less member, they would be that much weaker. If possible, it would be ideal to eradicate the entire harpy tribe through such assassinations.


Such a thought, however, only existed in theory.


Even the harpies, dim-witted as they were, weren't foolish enough not to notice when a large number of their tribe members went missing.


Dusk had fallen, and the harpies that had gone out hunting were gradually returning to the nest.


Chapter 95: Encircling the Harpy_1