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

The Hobgoblins with tribes had undergone the harshest military training from birth, accepting commands was their sacred duty, their instinct, even if it was the utterly humiliating order to surrender, they would execute it without hesitation.


When the two hundred elite Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry dismounted, threw away their weapons, clasped their heads with their hands and knelt on the ground, the rest of the Hobgoblins followed suit.


No one raised any objections to this—everything happened naturally.


Including the monsters who had been fighting alongside Gaven and Stelina, they too made the same gestures, not one of them thinking of running away—let alone sneaking off.


Facing this situation, it wasn't only Stelina and the others who were astonished.


Even Blood Claw, the instigator, was dumbfounded. When had he ever had such influence over these vassal troops?


Or was it that they were intimidated by the two Giant Dragons hovering in the sky?


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