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

A smile bloomed at the corner of Roderick's mouth. It seemed the Goddess of Luck was standing on his side today. He vigorously vibrated his wings and the young Red Dragon accelerated instantaneously, pouncing toward the Young Red Copper Dragon without even using his flame breath.


The two had clashed too many times, and with just a glance, one could judge whether their Dragon Breath could harm the opponent.


Aivensa didn't turn around; instead, she slightly shifted her body to the side and fled toward the other side of the valley.


When it came to escape skills, the Young Red Copper Dragon was second to none. Return flights might seem like the best option, but in reality, they were a big no-no—they not only allowed the opponent to close the distance but also exposed one's belly and back for a moment, which could be fatal.


As Aivensa desperately flapped her wings, she also inhaled air, ready to spew at any moment.


A perfect opportunity presented itself as she passed a ravine.


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