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 we really encounter that Red Dragon, how much can I offer?" Blood Claw asked again.


"One hundred thousand Gold Coins," Nord replied, "That's all our gold. You can only use these Gold Coins to secure him, otherwise... there is no otherwise... hahaha... Go!"


"Understood." Blood Claw saluted and left the tent to assemble his Hunting Team, cursing the madman in his heart.


All the Black Reapers were a bunch of madmen; there were hardly any sane ones, and that Nord just now was the biggest madman of them all.


Staying sane in this camp of madmen was nothing short of a miracle, but he was not far from becoming one himself.


It was equally a bizarre miracle that such a warband could grow and expand.


At its peak, the Blood Claw Tribe that he had led nearly amounted to three thousand people, although half were Goblins.


But in front of these beast races, they couldn't even withstand two rounds of a charge before being crushed.


Chapter 176 Each with Their Own Scheme _1