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

It took less than half a minute for a rather rotund, middle-aged man, whose head bore few strands of hair and who wore an archmage's robe, to fly out. However, he did not leave the City Defense Maze Locks of Far Mountain City. Enraged, he said, "Manson, do not push me too far. If you dare cast a spell towards Far Mountain City, we, the Crimson Feather, will go to full-scale war with the Santarin Association."


He was none other than Mels, the City Lord of Far Mountain Hall and the Great Commander of Crimson Feather.


When he spoke these words, Mels clearly lacked confidence, much like he had to rely on the City Defense Maze Locks of Far Mountain when facing Manson; after all, the latter was a legendary mage with many years of fame, already an archmage when Mels had started on the path of a mage.


Mels didn't have the guts to match spells with his opponent; his only reliance was the Crimson Feather Commerce Guild.


Chapter 192: Confusing and Complicated_1