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 this continues, there really won't be any suitable hosts for me to possess, I'll have to force a possession or attempt a long-distance possession.


It's uncertain whether the power of my Soul of Demon can sustain me all the way to the Black Reaper Camp to carry out a long-distance possession.


If I had known I'd be discovered, I wouldn't have worried about conserving energy and done a long-distance possession right from the start.


But in this world, there's no such thing as knowing in advance... uh... at least I, Nord, don't have the ability to foretell.


If I did, I certainly wouldn't have foolishly set a trap for the young Red Dragon, nor would I have traveled so far to scheme in the Fairy Wilderness.


Just as Nord fell into despair, suddenly he sensed a familiar presence that drew him with a powerful attraction.


The Soul of Demon, having left its body again, drifted instinctively towards that direction.


Nord saw a familiar face that was etched in his memory, "Flinn!"


Chapter 179: A Thought of Heaven, A Thought of Hell_1