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 a war combining air and ground, once the Harpies landed, the ground troops naturally took over, before those Erde could crawl back into their burrows.


Those Harpies still entangled in capture nets were dragged by the Gnolls emerging from nearby burrows, hands and feet all akimbo, into the darkness of the caves.


Just as this wave of attacks succeeded, another team of Erde net-catchers flew out from the Eagle Cliff Burrow, searching for their respective targets, and immediately using capture nets to finish them off once they had them.


Only, due to a time gap, they didn't catch as many Harpies at once as the first wave did.


One here, two there, and then another one arrived over here.


The Harpies trapped in the nets were dragged to the ground one after another as if they were dumplings being boiled.


There were crackling and popping sounds.


Chapter 95: Encircling the Harpy_3