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

A Pirate Leader, filled with righteous indignation, waved his arms as he bellowed.


"Hey, Thornes, if you weren't the leader of the Purple Mask, maybe you'd be more persuasive. Who knows if you're just trying to use us to seek revenge for your destroyed branch?" A cold voice sneered from the darkness, rudely tearing down the facade of the Purple Mask Leader.


The dark forces of the Giant Dragon Coast were never a harmonious bunch, constantly engaged in countless overt and covert struggles with each other.


Conflicts between dark organizations in the cities were conducted more covertly, in private, to prevent wars between cities.


But the pirate gangs of the Inner Sea had far fewer scruples—many greeted each other with ballista fire upon meeting at sea. That they could gather in this cramped meeting room without drawing blades on each other was due not only to the pressure from the Conqueror Army, a formidable force outside, but also the fear of the Mask of Dark Night.


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