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

"No way, today's joke has already been told," Gaven refused without hesitation. He now could not access the internet; his stored knowledge was finite, yet the Red Copper Dragon's demand for it was limitless. He absolutely could not set a precedent.


He had agreed to one joke per day, and he would only try to help reduce that number, never increase it.


Clearly, Aivensa was also one to count every penny, quibbling over the matter, "When was today's joke told? Earlier we were just chatting, and at that time, I had not yet accepted your employment. That doesn't count, absolutely not."


"Earlier doesn't count, but when we discussed the commission, we mentioned one about a greedy rich man—that one counts," Gaven helped her recall.


"What? That was just normal conversation, how could that count?" Aivensa looked incredulous.


"As long as it's a joke, it counts. It can't be that I have to come over every day to tell you a joke for it to count."


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