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

In the dark cavern, intense tremors continued unabated.


Everyone could clearly feel the roots and the walls of the cavern violently deforming, yet not a single stone fell.


The entire dark cavern was filled with this emerald light, which seemed to stabilize the space.


Thornspike and the Twilight Guardian dared not confirm Prince Elton's condition, maintaining their executional impaling stance, staying in place.


As for the two Cyclops physically blinded and the one in the pit, they didn't need to worry about them at all.


The numerous vines produced by the emerald light had already tightly bound them.


At first, they tried to struggle, but when they sensed that Prince Elton's presence had vanished, they meekly allowed themselves to be bound, displaying a resigned surrender.


They were just a group of high-ranking slaves, after all, and the Foul Giants would often beat or kill even their kind, let alone them.


Most of the time, what drove them was fear, not loyalty.


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