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

"Devil's mark?" The Six-armed Snake Demon crossed her arms and looked down at Grace, hissing, "I see. A poor little creature caught in the web woven by a devil's conspiracy. How much of your current thoughts are truly your own? And how much are the whispers of that devil in your ear? Meeting Lord Gaven is your good fortune, as his power is one of the rare few able to sever such marks. Without cutting it off, as long as that devil lives, you'll have no means to escape this entanglement; it will draw you into hell, to join his collection of trinkets."


Ophelia's words were undoubtedly demonic murmurs.


She was neither helping Gaven out of kindness nor assisting Grace. She simply wanted to savor the complex expression of a toy played to its breaking point, to pull her into her own ranks; an additional little plaything by her side was not a bad choice.


Chapter 557: Treant Brigade Lays Siege