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

"If you wish to become a Magician, then choose the second one; if not, the third one is the most suitable for you," Gaven offered his opinion.


"Oh?" The Pikespirit girl suddenly blurted out, "Would a Psychic Sorcerer also choose the second one?"


"Psychic Sorcerer?" Gaven felt his heart skip a beat. Surely this girl in the throes of spring, wouldn't be influenced by him and seriously consider the path of a Psychic Sorcerer?


Without changing his expression, he calmly replied, "For a Psychic Sorcerer, the third option is still the way to go. Psychic Sorcerers rely on Intelligence to make their living, Charisma isn't of much use."


The Pikespirit girl emanated an even more dazzling light, her butterfly wings thin as cicada's wings, grew more colorful and vibrant, and her appearance fine-tuned, her cheeks as round and small as before, her eyes seemed larger, brimming with moisture that involuntarily stirred affection.


Chapter 167: Countermeasures_1