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

Facing a new volley of fire, they didn't attempt to dodge at all, but instead redirected the projection location of the Phantom Broadcasting Stone, positioning it not directly in front of them but alternatively to the left or right, moving alongside the actual fast ships.


When reality and illusion mixed together, identification became exceedingly difficult—even the Slave Trade Group's mages were stumped. Wasn't this just the Mirror Image Spell, now being used on warships?


The distance between the two sides was too great, and they had no way of casting Dispel Magic; even they couldn't discern the real from the fake.


The only thing they could do was take a gamble, to see if they could hit with a fifty percent chance—assuming they could hit at all.


Though those fast ships weren't intentionally dodging, they were still moving at high speed. To hit them required extraordinary shooting skills, and many ballista marksmen were in an inebriated state, which was not to their advantage.


Chapter 548: Rush to Board