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

Since the new deal had been settled, the Slave Trade Group no longer held any value to him.


"That's the best outcome," Gaven said happily.


The ship battle did not cease due to the duel between the two; following the boarding of the Hobgoblin Giant came General Kopofiel and his sailors.


After sweeping the slave traders from the deck, they did not immediately rush into the cabin for close combat. Instead, the attending female mage tore up several scrolls of the Death Cloud Spell, allowing a large amount of green poison to penetrate the ship's cabin.


Magic effectiveness not only depended on the level, but also on the unique circumstances of its use.


In some environments, even lower-level spells could exert greater power than higher-level spells.


The use of the Death Cloud Spell in a ship seizure was such a case.


The poison gas being heavier than air began to gather towards the depressions, and its gaseous nature allowed it to infiltrate everywhere.


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