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

It's not that the throaty tones were unpleasant, but when mixed into the merry melodies, they seemed distinctly out of place.


However, what were flaws in Gaven's eyes were completely natural to the Gnolls' ears, because their own speech also had throaty tones, only much shriller, not the deep resonance of a Giant Dragon, but rather a somewhat falsetto bark.


They swayed their heads and became thoroughly enraptured.


Yet the more Gaven listened to Artolia's poetry, the stranger he found the lyrics.


No matter how he heard it, it seemed like mockery, playing with a certain target.


Before Gaven could figure out what was going on, the young dragon's poetry was nearing its end, and it was time for him, the star host, to shine once more and call out loudly, "Lord Aivensa, was that pleasant to hear?"


Chapter 99: Love Around the Corner_2