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

Gaven moved his feet while firing a hail of arrows.


Although his archery wasn't as formidable as his swordsmanship, it was still exceptional.


Warriors born as slaves usually had to be versatile; there was no other choice, it was enforced.


Often, they had no choice but to use whatever weapons they had at their disposal, and with enough practice, any weapon became an extension of their hands.


Especially on the battlefield, where weapon wear and loss were commonplace, a warrior who could only use one type of weapon was not considered qualified.


Gaven hadn't finished his half quiver of arrows, when Aivensa's dragon breath was ready again, and it dived down.


Both the Jackalwere archers and the Abyssal ghouls knew what to expect from the diving young dragon, and they had no desire to fight; they scrambled to avoid it frantically.


But this time, the dragon didn't emit a strong acid breath; it unleashed a slow dragon breath instead.


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